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Love's Victory 



A 

Tragicomedy 

By 

William Chamberlaine 

Shaftesbury 



A Line-for-line Reprint of the Original Quarto, 1 658 

Edited with 

Introduction and Notes 



By 
Charles K. Meschter 

Assistant Professor of English in Lehigh University 
Professor of Elnglish in the Moravian College for Women 



Bethlehem, Pa. 

Bethlehem Printing Company 

1914 



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Copyright, 1914 

by 

Charles K. Meschter 

Published June, 1914 



A thesis presented to the Faculty of 

the Graduate School of the University of Pennsylvania 

in partial fulfilnment of the requirements for 

the degree of Doctor of Philosophy 



JUN II 1914 

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Preface 

The following play is an exaot reprint of the original edition 
of 1658. It is hardly necessary to emphasize the desirability of 
this mode of reproduction, since it renders a text available not 
only for literary but for linguistic study as well, I have so closely 
adhered to the original that I have copied obvious errors, even 
the occasional inverted letters, so as to retain as nearly as possible 
the flavor of the original. Though many are obvious, I have cor- 
rected each one in the Notes. 

I wish to express my deep gratitude to my teachers Doctor 
Felix E. Schelling and Doctor Clarence G. Child for aid and 
inspiration extending far beyond the confines of this book. 

C. K. M. 

Lehigh University, 
June, 1914. 



NTRODUCTION 



INTRODUCTION 

Little material for a biograp'hy of William Chamberlaine is to 
be found. He was born at Shaftesbury, Dorsetshire, in 1619. His 
father was Dr. Peter Chamberlaine. William became a Cavalier 
physician, a soldier, and a poet. There is only one occasion upon 
which he is known to have gone from his native locality ; this was 
when as a soldier "he fought among the royalists at the second 
battle of Newbury,"* October 27, 1644. To this event he 
alludes in 

"I must 
Let my pen rest awhile, and see the rust 
Scoured from my own sword; for a fatal day 
Draws on those gloomy hours. 

If in 

This rising storm of blood, which doth begin 
To drop already, I'm not washed into 
The grave, my next safe quarter shall renew 
Acquaintance with Pharonnida. — Till then, 
I leave the Muses — to converse with men."f 
If we may judge by Love's Victory, Chamberlaine was unswerv- 
ing in his allegiance to his king.;]; In this play there is "plenty 
of loyal sentiment."§ Indeed, "Oroandes is the very abstraction 
of loyalty — of high and principled loyalty."** As a poet Cham- 
berlaine is known for Love's Victory, a tragicomedy; Pharonnida, 



*C'hambers, Cyclopaedia of English Literature, 1902. 

tSaintsbury, Minor Poets of the Caroline Period, 1905, vol. i, 
Pharonnida, end of Book II. Other references to this volume by Saints- 
bury are to be found in his General Introduction and Introduction to 
William Chamberlayne. 

|For a passage on fidelity to the king, see 11. 2407-2418 following. 

%The Dictionary of National Biography. 

**Robinson, Retrospective Review, 1820, vol. i, p. 264. 



viii LOVE'S VICTORY 

an epic; and England's Juhile, a panegyric on the restoration 
of King Charles. He wished to associate with notable literary 
men but because of insufficient wealth and inferior social position 
was unable. "Fortune," he laments, "hath placed me in too low 
a sphere to be happy in the acquaintance of the age's more cele- 
brated wits."* In his drama he dilates on the incongruities of 
social castes. f Of him as a poet Grosse says: "He was separated, 
not merely from the new classical school, but from the old 
Marianists ['metaphysical'] school. He is not a Marianist at all, 
he goes back much further for his inspiration, he inherits much 
from Browne, much from Sidney, much from followers of 
Spenser." J Chamberlaine on the other hand influenced not only 
certain minor poets but Keats and Byron as well.§ Saintsbury 
says, "That Keats must have had direct obligations to Pharonnida 
has never been matter of doubt since people began to study Keats 
seriously."** In Chamberlaine "parallels have been found . . . 
both to Endymion and Don Juan."\\ He died January 11, 
1689, JJ and "was buried at Shaftesbury in the churchyard of 
Holy Trinity"§§ where his "son to whom he had given the 
sounding and romantic name of Valentine Chamberlaine"! 
erected a monument to his memory. A portrait of the poet is 
said to precede the original text of Pharonnida, but as to this 



*Saintsbury,/. c, Pharonnida^ The Ebistle to the Reader. 

tSee 11. 483-503 following. 

JGosse, From Shakespeare to Pope, 1885, pp. 168-173. 

§See other persons on p. x. 

**Saintsbury, /. r. 

ttChambers, /. c. 

HSaintsbury in his book already mentioned and the Encylopaedia 
Britannica, eleventh edition, have 1679. On my writing to Saintsbury 
about these dates he replied : "1679 is pretty certainly a misprint." Like- 
wise, on inquiring of the Enclyopaedia Britannica the reply came : "the 
date 1679 given for the death of William Chamberlayne . . . must be a 
misprint." 

%^The Dictionary of National Biography. 



INTRODUCTION 



IX 



Saintsbury remarks that there is a portrait (? generally absent), 
in [the edition of] 1659."* 

England's Jubile, Ohamberlaine's last-printed poem, is his 
shortest one — containing two-hundred and ninety-eight lines. 
From the original title-page of this poem we learn that it was 
printed in London "for Robert Clavell at the Stags-head in St. 
Pauls church yard, 1660,"* The theme of England's Juhile is 
the happy return of Charles the Second. Saintsbury asserts his 
reprint of this poem in the Minor Poets of the Caroline Period 
is the first. Of it in that volume he says : "It is certainly the best 
of the poems on the Restoration next to Dryden's." 

Verily, a pretentious monument of ambition is Ohamberlaine's 
epic, Pharonnida, "one of the longest works in verse in the 
English language, extending to 13,000 lines."f Its original 
title-page reads : "Pharonnida : A Heroick Poem. By William 
Chamherlayne Of Shaftesbury in the County of Dorcet. [Here 
there is a Greek motto.] London, Printed for Robert Clavell, at 
the Sign of the Stags-head neer St. Gregories Church in St. Pauls 
Church-yard, 1659."* This production presents the f ormidability of 
an epic : it contains five books ; each book, five cantos ; and at the be- 
ginning of each canto, two quatrains, called "The Argument" — 
which is "almost useless," Saintsbury observes.* It is written in 
heroic couplet. As to the merits of Pharonnida opinions very 
from the one extreme of Langbaine, whose estimate is the first 
recorded, to the other of Saintsbury. The former thinks that "it 
hath nothing to recommend it."J The latter maintains that "to 
some extent, the Heroic Poem might not do unwisely to choose 
Chamherlayne its champion." "I have myself," he continues, 
"a very great admiration for Chamherlayne," "if not the poet. 



*Saintsbury, /. c. 

tGosse, /. c. 

JLangbaine, An Account of the English Dramatic Poets, 1691, p. 57. 



X LOVE'S VICTORY 

a poet and little less than a great one, for those who enjoy the 
'poetic moment/ the 'single-instant' pleasure of image and phrase 
and musical accompaniment of sound."* In 1683 Pharonnida 
reappeared under the guise of a prose novel called Eromena, or 
the Noble Stranger. Of this "tiny pamphlet containing some 
seventy small pages of large print" Saintsbury remarks : "The 
earlier cantos are paraphrased with some fulness; the bulk of 
the story is altogether omitted. As Pharonnida becomes Eromena, 
so does Argalia take the alias of Horatio." He says of Eromena 
that "The thing, Which acknowledges no indebtedness, is worth- 
less enough; and only curious because of the admixture of Cham- 
berlayne's own original and highly poetic phrases with the flattest 
prose." Pharonnida was first reprinted in 1820. This edition 
does not contain the name of its editor. Saintsbury, however, 
informs his name was "Singer," i. e. S. W. Singer. The only 
other edition of Chamberlaine's epic is Saintsbury's, Finally, other 
notable men having passed critical judgment on Pharonnida, 
heroic in a double sense, all appreciative of some qualities of it, 
are Thomas Campbell, f "who was pleased to be the first critic to 
resuscitate the Pharonnida/'X Robert Southey,§ and Edmund 
Gosse.| 

Love's Victory, the first published production by C'hamberlaine, 
is the only drama that he wrote. In behalf of this play he was 
a suppliant at the feet of Sir William Portman, but no record 
tells what passed between them.** Both the drama and the epic 
were dedicated by Chamberlaine to Portman. The year of Port- 
man's birth is dubiously stated as 1641. Chamberlaine in 

*Saintsbury, /. c. See this place also for the following three quotations. 

fCampbell, Specimens of the British Poets^ 1853, p. 257. 

JGosse, /. c. 

§Southey, Poetical Works collected by himself in 1837, The Vision of 
the Maid of Orleans, Book 1, note on 1. 316. 

**See To the Right Worshipful Sir William Portman, Baronet, fol- 
lowing. 



INTRODUCTION 



XL 



the dedication of Love's Victory calls him a "youth."* On 
the death of his father in 1648 William succeeded in the 
baronetcy. He matriculated on April 26, 1659, at All Souls' 
College, Oxford. At the Restoration he was created a knight 
of the Bath by Charles II and repeatedly sat in Parliament. 
Sir Edward Seymour aside, Portman was regarded as influential 
a Tory as was to be found in the west of England. During the 
rebellion of the Duke of Monmouth he was actively engaged in 
the service of King James II. He captured Monmouth on July 
8, 1685, and was thereafter with Lord Lumley appointed to watch 
the duke day and night until the fugitive was taken to Whitehall 
previous to his confinement in the Tower. Portman in I^ovember, 
1688, transferred his devotion to James to the Prince of Orange. 
The latter intended him for a high position, it is said; but death 
intervened in 1690. Although thrice married Portman left no 
descendants, whereupon his baronetcy became extinct. 

In endeavoring to determine the possible source or sources of 
Love's Victory we come upon a perplexing subject, made all the 
more so by the scantiness of biographical material pertaining to 
Chamberlaine. Although Love's Victory and Pharonnida were 
published in 1658 and 1659 respectively, they were according to 
their author's own words in process of composition more than 
fourteen years earlier. Of the former he says: 'it being then 
in the emhryo, when with its, War first made the present Age 
unhappy." In the latter at the end of Book II he writes : 

"I must 

Let my pen rest awhile, and see the rust 

Scoured from my sword ; for a fatal day 

Draws on." 



*See 1. 24 following. 



xii LOVE'S VICTORY 

These two passages allude to the Civil War, which, hegan in 1642, 
Chamberlaine had opportunity, as already implied, to brandish his 
scoured sword in the second battle of JSTewbury, 1644. This was 
his only engagement. He, born in 1619, must consequently have 
begun Love's Victory and Pharonnida when younger than twenty- 
five. Besides, during the interval of fourteen-odd years between 
their inception and their completion in 1658 and 1659 he must 
have thought them out contemporaneously. It can therefore 
hardly be otherwise than that one production took color from 
the other. As regards the source of Pharonnida Saintsbury 
writes that Italy was responsible for the "romanticized epic" 
in Europe from the latter sixteenth century to almost the end 
of the seventeenth. Pharonnida, moreover, has "something of the 
late romance of the i\jnadis type in it" and "intended references 
to the Aeneid" "but perhaps [Pharonnida] linked itself most 
of all to the prose Aethiopica of Heliodorus." "The resemblance, 
indeed, between Pharonnida and the type of the Greek romance 
generally is very strong."* 

These words of Saintsbury, because of the probable interaction 
of Chamberlaine's two productions, are significant as to the 
possible source of Love's Victory. Indeed, the Aethiopica of 
Heliodorus in Chamberlaine's day was a literary mine of the 
richest ore. Of it Michael Oeftering writes: "die oft recht 
verschlungen Bahnen . . . die der Roman Heliodors auf seiner 
glorreichen Wanderung durch fast alle europaischen Litteraturen 
eingeschlagen hat."f Oeftering in the Inhaltsiihersicht of his 
work just quoted mentions the following men with their books, 
appearing before Love's Victory, that owe something to this 
Grecian romance : "Heliodor und der Roman ... In England : 



*Saintsbury, /. c.^ see for all these quotations. 

fOeftering, Litterarhistorische Forschungen, Heft XVIII, Heliodor und 
seine Bedeutung fiir die Litteratur, 1901, Vorwort. 



INTRODUCTION xiii 

James Sandford : Amorous Tales. — Philip Sidney : Arcadia. — 
William Warner : Ban his Syrinx. — Burton : Anatomy of Melan- 
choly. — Roger Boyle : Parthenissa. . . . Heliodor auf der Biihne 
... In England : Eine verlorene Chariclea. — Shakspere. — 
Gough : The Strange Discovery." Furthermore, Oeftering says 
this of English versions of Heliodorus's book in Chamberlaine's 
day : "An Aethiopian History . . . Englished by Thomas Under- 
downe [1569]. . . . 1577 die vorige ; Whibley nennt diese Ausgabe 
die erste, ebenso die Athenae Oxonienses. — 1587 die vorige. 
— 1591 The beginning of Heliodorus, in Hexametem von 
Abraham Eraunce. . . . The Oountesse of Pembroke's Yvy- 
ohurch. — 1592 . . . die vorige. — 1605 . . . die TJebersetzung 
Underdowns. — 1627 ... — 1634 ... von William L'Isle 
in fiinffiissigen Jamben. — 1638 die vorigen."* Whibley,f 
a recent editor of Underdowne's Aethiopica, remarks that 
"Heliodorus was a favorite from Elizabeth's reign to the 
close of the seventeenth century." On the strength of all this 
information it is virtually impossible not to believe that the 
Aethiopica was suggestive in Love's Victory. This inference is 
not refuted by the fact that neither Oeftering nor Whibley in 
writing of the influence of the Aethiopica on English literature 
mentions Chamberlaine. Doubtless neither one was aware of 
Chamberlaine^'s drama or the parallelism between it and Helio- 
dorus's romance. 

There is enough of parallelism between the Aethiopica and 
Love's Victory to prevent us from shutting our eyes to the subject. 
In the former there is a general of the king of Egypt with the 
name of Oroondates; in the latter a general of the king of Sicily 



*Oeftering, /. r. 

fWhibley, An Aethiopian History by Heliodorus, Englished by Under- 
downe in 1587, Introduction, 1895. Heliodorus's "best hope of immortality 
lies in this version of Underdowne," says Whibley. 



xiv LOVE'S VICTORY 

with the name of Oroandes. In the first Theagenes and Cariclia 
meeting in the temple at Delphi fall in love with each other; in 
the second Oroandes chancing upon Eurione in the temple at 
Syracuse becomes enamored of her who pledges him her future 
love. Cariclia in the Aethiopica and Eurione — and Heroina as 
well — in Love's Victory are subjected to trials of chastity but 
stoutly maintain their purity. In the romance Thyamis and in the 
drama Vanlore, both men of rank, are made captains of bandits. 
As wanton Ehodopis in the Aethiopica, going into the temple 
ostensibly to wors'hip, arouses lust in the priest ; so chaste Eurione 
in Love's Victory, performing her rites in the temple, finds the 
priest becomes lewd. Where in the romance the leech Ascestics 
diagnoses the ailment of Cariclia as love, so in the drama the 
physician Vanlore regards Theocrine's symptons the same malady; 
furthermore, both these ladies feign the love of certain persons in 
order that at last they may be united with men who are the choice 
of their heart. Cariclia's reproof of Theagenes for his seeming 
wantonness finds its analogue in Eurione's words to Oroandes. 
As the beauty of the former woman captivates l^ausicles, whom 
he secures from Mitranes, a captain ; so the beauty of the latter 
woman causes the king to wrest her from her lover Oroandes, the 
general. Moreover, as Cariclia is the prize in the fight between 
Theagenes and Pelorus, so Eurione becomes the source of strife 
between Oroandes and the king. In the Aethiopica Arsace, the 
wife of Oroondates, desires illicit relation with the young priest 
Thyamis; in Love's Victory the young priest lusts after Eurione 
in the temple. The lovers in the romance, Cariclia and Theagenes, 
are presented as booty of battle to King Hydaspes; the brother 
and sister in the drama, Eurione and Zannazarro, become spoils 
of rebellion for the "King." Finally, just as those two splendid 
lovers in the Aethiopica are released and exalted by King Hydaspes, 
so also the sister and the brother in Love's Victory when about 



INTRODUCTION xv 

to be sacrificed are freed and advanced by the "King." This 
parallelism compels one to believe that Chamberlaine in bis Love's 
Victory was under tbe influence of tbat man Heliodorus, "sonne of 
Tbeodosius, which fetched his petigree from the Sunne."* 

Again, in such facts as the following there is confirmation of 
the probability that Pharonnida and Love's Victory influenced 
each other. In both productions Vanlore is the name of a char- 
acter. In the former occurs 

"when the crusted earth 
Was tinselled o'er with frost" ;f 
in the latter Zannazarro 

"must fall before 
With ages frost he 's tinsel'd o're."J 

In addition, the drama of Chamberlaine's time had a shaping 
influence on Love's Victory. 

However, beyond all this explanation of possible origin of his 
play Chamberlaine himself should have what is without doubt 
his due. Much, perhaps very much, of its source was to be found 
in the dramatist's mind; for in word, in line, in passage, singly 
and together, he evinces cunning to fuse and transfuse a medley 
mass into literary metal of no mean quality. 

Love's Victory contains a main plot and a subsidiary plot. The 
former, enacted by persons of rank, involves the serious issues of 
the play; the latter, performed by simple characters, furnishes 
comic relief. In the revision of Love's Victory the lighter story 
was wholly removed and another substituted. § The incidents of 
the drama happen in Sicily. Let us look at each plot separately 
and the serious one first. Oroandes is appointed successor to the 



*The conclusion of Heliodorus's Aethiopica by Underdowne, ed. Whibley. 
fSaintsbury, Book I, Canto IV. 
tSee 11. 1283, 1284 following. 
§See p. xxii. 



xvi LOVE'S VICTORY 

deceased general of Sicily. At tliis the young lord Zannazarro 
rebels. War ensues. During its progress Oroandes when wounded 
enters the temple in which Eurione, Zannazarro's sister, happens 
to be; and he is at once captivated by her beauty. Into this place 
Zannazarro and his soldiers come violently; but Oroandes pre- 
vents them from doing harm, and immediately there is reconcilia- 
tion with all. It becomes his duty, nevertheless, to deliver sister 
and brother in revolt to the king. The king in turn gives them 
into the charge of a priest who is to prepare them for sacrifice. 
While Eurione is in the temple of Minerva preparing for her 
martyrdom, the priest instead of administering religious rites 
perfidiously puts her chastity to test. At the crucical moment 
Oroandes secreted in the temple rushes forth to kill her assaulter, 
but she pleads that he should not slay. The priest to expiate gives 
Oroandes his ecclesiastical robes for later disguise in order to 
avert the fate of Eurione. The day of precious sacrifice has 
come. Glorianda, Zannazarro, his sister Eurione, and Oroandes 
disguised in borrowed priestly robes appear in the temple before 
the king. As the victims are about to be slain, confounding noises 
alarm, and a simultaneous reversal of holy images takes place. 
Fate halts. Oroandes as the priest of Pallas steps forth, casts off 
his sacerdotal stole, and reveals to the king how he prevented the 
priest's attack upon Eurione. Terror and horror move the king 
to release the prisoners and present lover with beloved — Oroandes 
with Eurione, Zannazarro with Glorianda. But the king is 
captivated by the charm of Eurione, for whom he renounces the 
princess of Regium, Heroina. To win Eurione he compels 
Oroandes to fight a duel. In it Oroandes is victorious, and 
the king is left apparently dead. Bandits chance upon the royal 
body and bear it to their haunts. Into these quarters where the 
king lies only wounded, as it proves, a lady rescued from ship- 
wreck is brought. She becomes nurse to the king, whereupon he 



INTRODUCTION xvii 

soon learns that sLie is tlie one lie perfidiously rejected for Eurione. 
Heroina, however, is on the way to her coronation. The day 
arrives, people await the ceremony. The princess asks the sig- 
nificance of one throne in black with a crown on a mourning 
cushion and the other ''richly adorned." In reply Zannazarro bids 
Heriona ascend her throne to hear 

"the saddest story 
That ere did yet Siciliaes Annals blot." 
Learning of the king's death, the princess is overcome. Then 
Oroandes appears and discloses that he has killed the king, where- 
upon he is about to stab himself in remorse; but his hand is 
halted by a person who throws off his disguise and stands forth 
their king. He at once mounts the throne beside Heroina and 
there in the capacity of judge summons the offenders of the play 
and pronounces doom; but their doom becomes happiness. In 
conclusion the king says: 

"Come Heroina, let's conduct them to 
The Temple, where united hands shall prove 
Our cares are conquer'd by Victorious Love." 
The comic underplot begins with the "two cheats," Creon and 
Lewcippus, hectoring irresponsible Buffonie and "his man" 
Gudgeon, and ordering the former, an unwilling soldier, to the 
guard. At this juncture his parents appear. The father is about 
to disburse more money to the cheats as ransom for his son when 
a man Vanlore presents a letter from the courtier Arratus to the 
parent, wherein is the fact that Arratus wishes to adopt Buffonie. 
When Creon and Lewcippus learn this, they determine to extort 
more money from the parents; but Vanlore boldly prevents. 
Vanlore who loves Theocrine, daughter of rich Carlo, soon learns 
that her father is compelling her to love Buffonie. This she is 
unwilling to do but retains her affection for Vanlore. Her father 
thinking her ill secures a physician "of a strange country," who 

2 



xviii LOVE'S VICTORY 

is her true lover disguised, altliougli at first Theocrine is not aware 
of the fact. In due time the physician discloses his identity to 
her and reveals how her father has bribed Creon and Lewcippus 
to kill him, Buffonie's rival^ and how he himself has instead 
induced the prospective murderers to assist him. Patient and 
physician decide to abide their time. She feigns sickness and love 
of BufFonie; he continues as her physician and remains in touch 
with Creon and Lewcippus and the bandits, who shall ultimately 
assist the lovers to escape. Meanwhile, by his escapades Buffonie 
begins to shake the confidence of Theocrine's father. ^N'otwith- 
standing, preparations for the marriage of Buffonie and Theocrine 
are made. The day is at hand. The dis^ised lover-physician 
is present to attend the father for his gout. There is a sudden 
interruption of the ceremony, and amid the consternation Theocrine 
and Vanlore escape fleeing to the bandits. Among them also is 
the shipwrecked Heriona. All three again meet at the court where 
Theocrine and Vanlore, as well as others as we have learned in 
the first story, win the coveted victory of love. 

Love's Victory is according to the author himself a tragicomedy. 
We shall estimate it by Dr. Schelliiiior's explanation of this species 
of drama. After observing at the outstart that "The term tragi- 
comedy in the abstract is a misnomer, and involves a contradiction," 
Dr. Schelling says that "the Jacobeans themselves employed this 
dubious term to denote a romantic drama involving serious 
passion, yet ending happily." Love's Victory fulfills these re- 
quirements and in addition obeys the exaction of "The truest 
tragicomedy . . . which trembles between a tragical and a happy 
solution." Again, "Tragicomedy may result in two ways: by 
deepening the situation of comedy into serious mood by the in- 
fusion of a sentimental or a pathetic interest ; or by the resolution 
of a situation essentially tragic into reconciliation." It is this 
latter method that Love's Victory observes. Furthermore, "Tragi- 



INTRODUCTION xix 

comedy may be either realistic or romantic." The principal 
plot of Chamberlaine's play inclines to the romantic; but the 
subsidiary plot is more realistic. On the other hand, tragi- 
comedy's '^besetting sins are false sentiment and a sacrifice of 
dramatic logic to surprise, perverted ethics, and an overthrow of 
the laws of cause and effect."* Chamberlaine does at times lapse 
into false sentiment, yet this failing is not uncommon in dramatic 
writing, it seems to me. He may, too, like greater writers 
sacrifice dramatic logic to the logic of the gallery; but his ethics 
is not perverted : and his laws of cause and effect advance accord- 
ing to natural sequence. 

Although the scene of Love's Victory is Syracuse in Sicily and 
its environs, it could as well have been any other place ; for Cham- 
berlaine, born when the brilliancy of the Elizabethan drama had 
paled but little, also illustrates in his play "how purely a matter of 
convention was this naming of the dramatis personae and setting of 
the scene to Elizabethan auditors."! The events of this tragi- 
comedy extend over a "Few dayes.":j: It is only at the end of 
the second and the third act that the stage direction of "Ex. om." 
appears. Furthermore, there is no designation of scenes in the 
play. If "Scena Prima" at the beginning of the first act and 
"Scena Secunda" at the beginning of the fourth act were intended 
for divisions, these scenes are erroneous; for their end is not 
indicated; and "Secunda" should be "Prima." It is somewhat 
significant, however, that these two expressions occur at the be- 
ginning of the two motifs impelling the incidents of the play. 
ISTevertheless, we musit realize there is variation in the mechanical 
execution of the work. 



*See for all quoted passages in this paragraph Schelling, Elizabethan 
Drama, 1908, vol. ii, pp. 182-4. 
tSchelling, Elizabethan Drama, 1908, vol. i, p. 326. 
tSee 1. 507, 



XX LOVE'S VICTORY 

One-third of Love's Victory is prose; the remainder is written 
almost entirely in blank verse. Ehyme occurs in The Song* and 
in the short passage wherein the Devil, Carlo, and Theocrine talk 
together, when the Devil comes to take Carlo away.f A heroic 
couplet ends each act and besides is occasionally found at what 
is the close of a scene — although scenes are not indicated. Cham- 
berlaine has written a good quality of blank verse. Though he 
has not added anything new to it, he has at times written it very 
well. 

As to some of the prose in Love's Victory Gosse observes that 
"the swaines talk "West Country dialect, just as they do to the 
present day."I However, the swains Buffonie and "his man" 
Gudgeon are not always consistent in their speech ; for the former 
indiscriminately says "cham" and "I am", "chad" and "I had"; 
and the latter prates "chave", "I ha", and "I have"; "chill" and 
"I will". Again, these rustics in entire passages speak the most 
approved English. Vanlore, who poses as a foreign physician, 
does not speak consistent broken English; for in the same speech 
he utters "de" and "the", "dat" and "that". There are also 
outcroppings of dialectal expressions in the speech of other lowly 
persons such as the father and mother of Buffonie. Dialect in 
Love's Victory varies and serves merely to suggest the kind of 
character to be understood. Prose is commonly used in the play 
by the humble persons; verse, by those of higher rank; although 
metrical language becomes the medium wherewith the simple 
personages sometimes express their deepest emotion. 

Chamberlaine's recognition of defects in Love's Victory dis- 
arms the critics; for it is not fair to call a man to account for 
not doing what he was prevented from performing through no 



*See p. 35. 
tSee p. 65. 
JGosse, /. c. 



INTRODUCTION xxi 

fault of his own. He observes that his drama is an "imperfect 
embryo," that it has "roughness ... of style", and that in its 
begetting 

"Clamorous wars wild fury was so hot 
It dried up Helicon, and in distress 
Forc't the sad Muses to a wilderness."* 
This is just criticism; and for aU three faults war is blameable, 
the playwright says: but surely war does not palliate all mis- 
takes. In the drama there are blemishes in style, structure, 
versification, dramatic passion, and poetry. However, the final 
words of adverse criticism of this tragicomedy, A. W. Ward, one 
of the most recent and best known critics of it, shall utter. Cham- 
berlaine, he says, "avowedly composed his only extant play for 
reading while 'the mourning stage was silent.' . . . The author 
inveighs against the blind age when 

*in a cell 
The scholar stews his Catholic brains for food'; 
but the product is in this instance a mixture or 'meander' of ro- 
mantic and comic scenes, of which fluency of composition and 
a tendency to operatic effects are the most notable character- 
istics." f 

These words call to mind the applicability to Love's Victory 
of Goldsmith's much-bandied dictum that "There are a hundred 
faults in this thing, and a hundred things might be said to prove 

them beauties A book may be very amusing with numerous 

errors, or it may be dull without a single absurdity." The merits 
of this drama outweigh its defects. In it the virtuoso in words 
can find much to delight him. Surely, felicity of diction and 
fineness of fancy brighten the play. The principal women are 



*For these three quotations see the dedication to Sir William Portman 
and To the Reader following. 
fWard, A History of English Dramatic Literature, 1899, vol. iii, p. 289. 



xxii LOVE' 8 VICTORY 

unsullied in thought, dignified, and winning; the men of rank, 
nohle in thought and action. On the other hand, the lowly char- 
acters utter much ribaldry; their comic parts are well done. 
While there are no supremely great characters in Love's Victory, 
there are very interesting ones. Robinson says that in this play 
"there is feeling — there is passion — gentle — equable — noble — dig- 
nified."* Gosse regards it ''a very pretty tragicomedy." f Saints- 
bury declares that it "contains many fine passages in blank verse, 
. . . nor is even "the comic part, though it shares the ribaldry 
and crudity common in such productions, devoid of some of 
Chamberlayne's audacious felicities of expression. If that sup- 
plementary Dodsley, which has long been wanted, should ever 
appear, the piece should certainly find a place there." | 

There was an adaptation of Love's Victory, entitled Wits Led 
hy the Nose, licensed on August 16, 1677, and acted at the 
Theatre Royal. This alteration was published in 1678. Genest 
in describing this new play says "the serious scenes are contempt- 
ible, the comic ones are mere Farce — the serious characters are 
Pagans, yet the comic ones are, by a strange jumble. Englishmen 
travelling in Sicily... the author is unknown. "§ 

In 1820 Love's Victory, along with Pharonnida, was printed 
modernized after the manner of the day. This edition contains 
no notes, but following the text of the play there is a page of 
"Various Readings" containing forty-two words and six expres- 
sions, the longest being four words. The editor of this volume 
is S. W. Singer. The edition is now scarce. The only other 
appearance of Love's Victory is the following reprint. 

The following text has been reprinted from the original quarto 



*Robinson, Retrospective Review, 1820, vol. i, p. 259. 

fGosse, /. c. 

jSaintsbury, I. c. 

§Genest, Some Account of the English Stage, 1832, vol. i, p. 203. 



INTRODUCTION xxiii 

in the Library of the University of Pennsylvania. The copy is 
five and three-eights by seven and one^sixteenth inches. It con- 
tains eight pages from the title-page to the beginning of the play 
and eighty-seven pages of drama. In the copy not a line is cut 
off by the printer's knife. Only an occasional letter is blurred 
or omitted. Portions of prose in the play occasionally have the 
appearance of blank verse. Two pages are numbered "4", the 
mistake occurring on page 6. 

In editing Love's Victory it has been my purpose to reproduce 
as nearly as possible the original quarto. The text of this edition 
is, barring stage directions, a line-for-line reprint. In the first 
copy the stage directions are in the main printed on the right 
half of the page; in two instances these are narrow columns 
eleven lines in length. In this reprint stage directions have to 
some extent been rearranged. Spelling, capitalization, italics, 
pointing, indentation, and mistakes as well are copied as in the 
original. In the Notes I have endeavored to explain ambiguous 
passages, although it has seemed foolhardy to attempt to clarify 
a passage that doubtless came clouded from the brain of its 
author. The reader of the following play should realize that in 
Chamberlaine's time the "system [of punctuation] was mainly 
rhythmical."* It has been my purpose in this work not to mod- 
ernize the drama but to produce as nearly as possible the original 
text of Love's Victory. 



*Simpson, Shakespearian Punctuation, 1911, Introduction. There is an 
informing exposition of seventeenth century printing in Materialien zur 
Kunde des dlteren englischen Dramas in the Introduction to The Devil's 
Charter by R. B. McKerrow. 



LOVES VICTORY 



Loves Victory: 

TRAGI-COMEDY. 

BY 

WILLIAM CHAMBERLAINE 

Of Shaftsbury in the County of T>orseL 



Odiumque peril, 



Cum jussit amor, veteres cedunt 
Ignibus irae 



Printed by E. Cotes, and are to be sold by Robert 

Clavell at the Stags-head neer St. Gregories Church 

in St. Pauls-church-yard. 1658. 



To the Right Worshipful 

Sir WILLIAM PORTMAN, 
Baronet. 
SIR, 

ERe diverted by more serious Studies, 
which the benefit of an excellent 
Education, espous'd to a natural inge- 20 

nuity, will soon render the rathe-ripe 
fruits of Your pregnant Wit, I hope it 
wil in me appear no unbecoming boldness, 
whilst your youth claimes the priviledge 
of Recreations, to present you with this, 
which though trivial in it self, improved 
by your acceptance, may become worthy 
the view of others; who beholding your . 
Name beautifie its front, may give it as 
fair an esteem as if they saw it adorned 30 

with all the advantages of the Publique 
Stage; which since this rigid age hath 
silenced, (if I may be so happy to ob- 
tain) I shall value your single acceptance 
beyond the loud applause of a Theater. 
If the Reading afford you but as many 
minutes as the Composure did me hours 
of retired content, I shall thinJc these 
low delights of youthful fancy worthy 
the esteem of my maturer thoughts, to 40 

which the burthens of imployment have 



now added {if not more Judgement) 
yet more Solidity. Nor shall I repent 
to have rowz'd it from its so long ly- 
ing dormant, it being then in the embryo, 
when with us. War first made the pre- 
sent Age unhappy, so may have some- 
thing to excuse the roughness of its style, 
its production being tvhilst I sacrificed 
to Minerva in the Temple of Mars; 50 

Deities, which we have fair Prog- 
nostic's may be both propitious to your fu- 
ture Achievements ; for which, toge- 
ther with an affluence of all other per- 
fections, shall ever be sacrificed the hear- 
ty prayers of 

Sir, 

Your Devoted Servant 

William Chamberlaine. 



To The Reader. 

Since by this active Age 't hath heen thought^ best 
With their grave earnest to crush Plots in jest; 
The mourning Stage being silent, justly I 
May change a Prologue to Apologie; 
That so in private each Spectator may 
Singly receive his welcome to a Play. 

But here expect no parasite, that sin 
Justly condemn' d the Stage, though since 't hath been 
Hug'd by pretence with such hot zeal, as picMes 
Mad Sectaries for midnight Conventicles. 70 

Yet though I bring no Opiate to allay 
Thy feverish guilt, nor tune my Muse to play 
Thy soul into a Lethargie, here lies 
No Satyr, less, hid in some sins disguise, 
Which should'st thou but seem, startl'd at, 'twould be 
An argument of some affinity 

Betwixt thy thoughts aiid that. They foolish hate 
That rails at those, raised by whatever fate 
Above their wishes, doth but vainly show 

By their own tvounds ivhat they inteud their foe; 80 

Whilst graver wits, who by afflictions thrive. 
Make Balm of what was meant a Corrasive. 

That sicJcly genius tvhom no lines can please 
But those that rail their Author to disease. 
May still frown here; For know. J durst not write 
An ages ruine in an hours delight. 
Though this imperfect embryo was begot 
Whilst Clamorous wars wilde fury was so hot 



It dry'd up Helicon, and in distress 

Forc't the sad Muses to a wilderness, 90 

Which inrag'd man {that ivorst of Beasts) had made 

A Scene of hloud, where guilty hands invade 

Poor trembling innocence, 'twas brought to light 

Unlike that ghastly Parent, since none fight 

Within these lists, but such as only prove 

Their Valour where the Victory is Love. 



A Catalogue of the Actors. 



The King of Sicilia. 

Oraandes General of his 
Army. 

Zannazarro a yong Lord 
in Rehellion. 

Arratus afi old Courtier. 

Carlo a rich Citizen. 

Vanlore a Noble Gentle- 
man, hut of a low for- 
tune. 

Buffonie a simple Clown, 
Nephew to Arratus. 

Gudgeon his man. 

Creon and Lewcippus 
two cheats. 



Heroina Princess of Re- 
gium Mistris to the 
100 King. 

Glorianda Princess of 
Cyprus Mistris to 
Zannazarro. 

Eurione Sister to Zan- 
nazarro Mistris to 
Oroandes. 

Tlieocrine Daughter to 
Carlo Mistris to Van- 
lore. 
llOThe Father and Mother of 
Buffonie, Priests, Soul- 
diers, and Attendants. 



120 



Loves Victory. 

ACTUS PRIMUS. 
Scena Prima. 

A Funeral march: A Coffin horn over the Stage. 

Oroandes and his followers in mourning. Ex. 

Enter Cleon and Lewcippus. 
Cre. 'T^His is the place, is't not Lewcippus? 

1 Lew. The same, nor will our under-officer 
delay us long. 
Cre. If this Goose prove not well featherd, our hopes 
Are blown up . our only happiness is, we have our 
Limbs to help us, whilst others must halt out their 
Wants in a Hospital. 140 

Lew. Yes, and have their pensions paid them in rotten 
Tobacco, and carv'd bonelace sticks for bread. 

Cre. Thou art in the right, for the better rewards are 
Reserv'd for the decaied sons oth' shop, or decaied 
Placket squires, fellowes that dare not not look in a glass 
For fear they they should be frighted with the ruines 
Of a nose. 

Lew. Well, it was our wisdoms not to fancy this 
Grinning honour, in the mean time I would sell 
My forg'd Commission for a bankrouts bill of exchange. 150 

Cre. And I my buff-coat for a freese jerkin, and all 
My airy honours for the greasie steam of a Cooks shop. 
Lew. Here he comes 

Enter a Serjeant and Buffonie. 
Like the captive Knight of the golden Image; 

Don dell Phoeho welcome. 

Ser. Fie Fie A Souldier and tears ! 

Buf. Doest lie — that doest, cham no Zodier, 



2 LOVES VICTORY. 

Olia been better bred then zo. 

Lew. Twas ihj own proffer friend. 160 

Buf. Yes, but when I wonder? when chad took a pot 
too muoh at market, and was a little toxicated. 

Ore. Thou shalt have a sober time of repentance : 
S-death ! what's here ? 

Enter Buf. mother followed by her husband and Gudgeon. 
An Incubus! 

Lew. Or else a fury frighted out of her wits. 

Cre. She wants but a perriwig of Snakes to lead the 
dance of Hobgoblins. 

Mot. Why Whore, be these Rogues here ? I have been 170 

Frighted out of my naked bed to follow them : 
What doest thou amongst these Varlets? 
Come home come home you whorson lout. 

Hus. Nay wife, good wife, do not anger the worshipful 
Captains. 

Mot. Pew, you dotard, doest think I will be frighted out 
of my Boy, tis sign thou hast but small share in the begetting 
of him, that thou canst so willingly part with him 

Cre. Serjeant away with him, how vermin d'ee bark ? 

Lew. To the guard with him, and lay him neck and heels ; 180 
S-death affronted! 

Fa. Captain I beseech your honorable worship. 

Lew. What saist old Cropshin? 

Cre. Go hire thy Beldame a house in a Churchyard, 
That when she hath bequeathed her garments to a Papermil, 
She may walk there to fright Sextons. 

Fa. Good Sir bear with her, for when she is up she is 
A devill in Carrion, but I will disburse here ; 
Here is vorty old Angels, and a good vitty fellow 
For a supply 190 

Mot. How ! — — — part with thy gold ! why the Palsie 



LOVES VICTORY. 3 

hatli shook thy wit out at thy nostrils: must Angels flie 
to fetch him back? He do't without, or He scratch their 
eyes out. 

Ore. Peace good matron, and go water the furrowes of thy 
cheeks in tears, 'twill look most religiously. 

Lew. Thou hast been so long hung to roof, that 
Otherwise thou wilt choak the wormes. 
And in the next age be sold for mummy. 

Bu. I took my Mother to be good for nothing, 200 

Lew. Old fellow we incline to pity thee, but the supply 
looks something wretchedly, there must be some additi- 
onall advance. 

Fa. "We will not stumble at that. 

Ore. Didst ever handle armes friend? Serjeant, try him. 

Gud. Chwas nere thus hampered before, cham afeard 
tout come ofe. 

8er. Come, handle your armes. 

Gud. Jch amt well skild in these guns, chave seen them 
at Monster set it a vier with the end of a cord, sure these snip- 210 
per snappers be a new fashion, beant they? 

Cre. Nere fear, there's no hurt. The powder firing he fals. 
Enter Vanlore disguised. 

Van. Save you Gentlem.en ; 
Lives there one Cosmo Buffonie here? 

Fa. I am the man you spie for friend, vor want of a 
better. 

Buf. Look Gudgeon what spark is that? 

Van. I have a letter from the Lord Arratusj 
What it concerns, the contents will inform you. 220 

Fat. Pray master Captain read it, we beant book learn'd. 

Mot. No whose fault was that you old knave, the Boy 

had dossety enough and thou wouldst ha put him toot. 

Lew. He here sends you word how he desires to have his 



4 LOVES VICTORY. 

Nephew your Son sent forthwith to Syracuse, for he intends 
to adopt him his Heir, 

Mot. How ! why then we are made for ever ? Gudgeon thou 
goest too. 

Van. Creon and Lewcippu^, the city cheats, Vaii. aside. 

Ore. But hear, you friends, you first must disingage 230 

from us. 

Van. How stands he Sir ingaged to you? 

Lew. How fellovv^, go medle with your horse comb 

sawcie groom: Serjeant — away with him. 

Fat. Nay worshipful Captain I will disburse. 

Van. For what ? keep up your money, who dares touch 
him? 

Ore. So bold, my livery creature? He make thee know 
Thou't not ith' stable, where thou command'st ore horse 
boyes; Unhand him, or by heaven 240 

Van. What will you do Sir ? do' think I fear plunder'd 
Ooats and big looks ? 

Strikes up his heels and disarmes him whilst Creon runs away. 

Lew. Devils and fiends. 
Shall I indure this ! 

Van. Yes, and this too. Kicks him. Ex. Lew. 

Van. Come, your ransome is paid. 

Fa. Blessings on your heart, come son Bujfonie. Exeunt, Ora. 

A vollie of shot within, the mourners enter, a trumpet sounds, 

a herald reads Oroandes Com. 250 

Om. Heavens crown the actions with successe! 

Oro. My gratitude divides 
It self amongst you all, the only mean 
Of recompence, untill some welcome beam 
Of opportunity shall light my wishes 
To a requital of your early loves. 

But now the minutes languish in sad hast. 



LOVES VICTORY. 6 

And from the sad performance of these duties 

To our deceased General we must 

Remain griefs debtors, whilst we satisfie 260 

Importunate revenge. You dismal badges 

Of their despair, tell us we have an enemy 

Whose resolutions are as high and bloudy. 

As their condition sad, if they refuse 

This last act of an injured Princes mercy. 

A parle sounded: Enter as on the wals Zannazarro and 
attendants. 

Zan. What means this hasty summons? is your anger 
So swift in motion, that it not admits 

Due rites unto the dead? The doleful hours 270 

In which we mourn'd our Fathers funerals 
Hath scarce left seals on the records of time. 
Yet though the grief sit heavy on our souls, 
It's not of kin to fear, we dare to draw 
Our swords ere we have wiped our eyes, and in 
A peal of Canons, more harmonious then 
The solemn Bell, thunder his funeral peal. 

Oro. Tis pitty a resolve thus fortified 
With valour, should unravel all its glory 

In an unlawful cause. This desperation 280 

Valours blind hieroglyphick, wherein nought 
Appears but monsters only, serves to fright 
Deluded fancie from supreme commands. 

Oh do not then precipitate a family 
Which may outlive approaching ruine, to 
Stand the supporters of this State, when those 
That prop it now, are sunk with weight of age. 

Nobility, like heavens bright Planets, waits 
Upon the Sun of Majesty, whilst none 
But Comets drop from their usurped sphears. 290 



6 LOVES VICTORY. 

Then rectifie your reason, and let's now 
Conclude this war without a greater flux 
Of bloud then is already spent, that so 
Rebellion may not add more sables to 
What mercy yet may pierce. 

Zan. You might have spared this labour, though we lost 
The strongest Cittadel of all our hopes 
In our dear fathers death, those high resolves 
He dying left as legacies to us 

Are so much cherisht, that should I consent 300 

To stiflle those brave flames, his angry ghost 
Rowz'd from the silence of a dormitory. 
Would reassume its seat to chide my sloath. 

I've only with me those few wounded men I 

Which from the last loud stroak of war escaped | 

With life, not health, to serve me; yet though their armes I 

Grown weak with the late frequent losse of bloud. 
Sell not our lives at honours highest rate, 
We'l fall no humble sacrifice to death. 

Oro. I'm sorry Sir, 310 

That my advice, proceeding from the love 
I bear your worth, hath mist its wisht for ends. 

Farewel All happinesse 

But that which waits on victory attend you. 

Zan. The like to thee brave soul, since part we must ; 
When next we meet, 'twill be in bloud and dust. 
Ex. from below: an Alarm within, at which Ex. hastily from ahove. 

Whilst the hattail continues, the stage hung with lights and 

pictures represents a Temple. 

Enter Eurione, a book in her hand, she having kneeled a while, 320 

Ent. a Lady hastily. 

Lady. Oh Madam ! whither will you flie ? 

The day is lost, your noble brother taken. 



LOVES VICTORY. 7 

Wars furious Grodesse, fierce Enyo stands 

Over your batter'd gates, and wheeling round 

A dropping pine about lier bloudy tresses 

Lends with its dismall light an entrance to 

The ministers of death, the unclaspt power 

Of the rude Souldier, like a deluge break 

O're a rich field, the last and fatall blow 330 

Is giving, all our dying hopes. Th' battlements 

Sweat oft in flames, whilst loud confusion fils 

The iulightned air with outcries, and our shrieks 

Choak'd in the embryo of our prayers can find 

No way to angry heaven : the infant dies 

Whilest in the porch of life, and natures webs 

Decayed by age, are rent from out the the looms. 

Imaculate Virgins to each touch betrayed 

Lie in a trembling agony, their beauties 

Like a rich Mine lavisht to vulgar hands, 340 

The injured prize of every impious slave. 

Eur. Weep not my dear companion, thou that hast shar'd 
Alike with me in every change of fortune, 
If fate ordains this the Catastrophe 
Of all those tragick scenes, which these late wars 
Made us unwilling, though sad actors in. 
To us our virgin innocence shall be 
Protection safer then the united swords 
Of earths most powerfull monarchs. Outcries within. 

Lad. Oh they are entring, let's flie dear Madam. 350 

Eur. Whither? when slaughter runs through all 
What place can give protection unto us ? Ex. Lad. 

En. Oroandes wounded, a Surgeon. 

Oro. To thy charge, my hurt's but sleight. 

Sur. Yet will deserve your care Sir. Ex. Sur. 

Oro. Hah ! what place is this ! 



8 LOVES VICTORY. 

Hung round with stately pictures, starr'd with lights! 
With what an awfull majesty it looks! 

sure it inshrines some deity what's she ? 

with such a face 360 

Troy's tutelary angell look'd, when all 
Her crown of turrets dropt their flaming heads. 
Eur. kneels to the altar. 

Eur. If those hlest spirits, which freed from all the crimes 
Cast on them by mortality, and made 
Eit for celestiall palaces, retain 
A thought of us, as else our faith deceives us. 
Oh let the white soul of some sainted Virgin 
Descend for my protection. 

She speahs. He draws nearer. She rising from the Altar 370 
kneels to him. 

Eu. What ere thou art that in this dreadfull shape 
Com'st to profane this hallowed place with bloud, 
If in your brest there dwell a humane thought 
Telling you that a woman was your mother, 
For her sake pitty a distressed Virgin. 
Not for my life I beg, but ony that 
My honor kept unblemisht you would ease 
Me of that tedious burthen. 

Oroandes stands a while silent, lets fall his sword. 380 

Oro. A chilling frost unnerves my joints, sure this is 
Divinity or Magick that hath thus 
Depos'd my reason to let Kebell passion 

Triumph ith' injur'd throne Rise Lady 

there's a religious ice about my heart 

That chains up all my fury I shall rather 

Slight the commands of an injured Prince, 
Then violate ought which the dictates of 
My soul proclaimes for sacred. 



LOVES VICTORY. 9 

Eur. Oh lead me then to some polluted place 390 

That's grown drunk with bloud, and there let mine 
Increase the purple deluge rather then 
Let life add yet more burdens to my soul. 

I shall not alwayes be protected by 

This places sanctity; or if I were, 
Find few of so much vertue to be with 
Religious reverence awed. 

Oro. Do not, dear soul, 
Mistrust the gentle smiles of fate, my power 

Secures you from all future violence 400 

Which in the lewdest storme of fury can 
Pall from the steepest precipice of rage. 

Zannazarro retreating , Souldiers laying at him. 

Eur. Oh my dear brother. 

Soul. Kill kill the gaudy whore. 

Cro. Hold I command you hold : 

This is a place too sacred to be made 

A scene for such a bloudy act, and would 

Style what our cause cals justice sacriledge. 

Heaven being it self profan'd in the abuse 410 

Of what its power for sanctity devotes. 

His wounds seem large enough already to 
Let life flie out through all the gards of nature; 
Or if they are not, to preserve him will 
Be but the glimring of a Taper ere 
Blown out by the formalities of Law. 

— Hear search his wounds, and let it be your charge 

To use all diligence in their recovery. 

Sound a retreat, and you, that bear command 
See the rude Souldiers violence be drawn 420 

Within the bounds of mercy. Victories stain'd 
With too much bloud are blessings but profan'd. 



10 LOVES VICTORY. 

Ex. Zanna. and Souldiers, ma. Oroan. and Eur. 
Do not my dear too much, afflict thy self, 
Each, tear you shead drops from my heart in bloud. 

I'me conquered in this victory, and become 

A captive to my prisoner. Come Lady, dare you trust 

Your self to my protection, your gardian Angel 

Rob'd in virginity, is not whiter then 

Those thoughts which clothe my soul when they reflect 430 

On so much suffering vertue. Were my lust 

Hot as the womb of AEtna, yet there lies 

A secret magick in this touch to cool \ 

Those most intemperate fires. The morning pearls | 

Dropt in the Lillies spotlesse bosome, are \ 

Lesse chastly cool, ere the meridian Sun 

Hath kist them into heat ; yet since the ice 

Of Anchorites by religious flames may be 

Warm'd into holy Calentures, Oh give 

My passions leave to move within the orb 440 

Of your Coelestial beauty, whilst no line _ 

Tends to the center of a thought unchast. I 

Eur. Alas my Lord — this is 

]^o time to play with Love (that child of peace) , 

When war and death sit by and hold the stakes. 1 

The impious mirth, of the bold Atheist, that 
Riots at funerals, and undaunted sits 

Whilst heaven in plagues drops vengeance round about him, 
TJnvests his soul of no more modesty 

Then such wilde love would mine, whose growth must needs 450 
Be fatall when sown in a field of bloud. 

Yet I confesse — 

If heaven did e're lend balme to cure a grief 

So vast as mine, even whilst the orifice 

Was warm with bloud, this cordial favour would 



LOVES VICTORY. 11 

Perforin tiie cure : but I am lost to all 

The future hopes of dull mortality; 

The habitation of my soul is grown 

Too great a burthen, since so often wet 

With miseries ere to be born with ease. 460 

Oro. If all my service to my Prince hath merited 
Ought worth requital, he must shew it in 
Mercy to you, or by a blacker doom 
Shake my obedience off. But only grant 
Me thus much satisfaction, that when time 
Hath purg'd your griefs malignity, and for 
These thornes strew'd the soft roses of content 
Within your Virgin bosome, that you would 
With pity then on my afflictions look. 

Eur. I were ungrateful else: Know noble Sir, 470 

I so much prize your virtues, that if ^re 
My frowning stars smile on my fate again. 
Their powerful'st influence shall reflect on you 
In so much thankful gratitude, you shall 
Acknowledge it the eldest child of love. 

Oro. My joy growes equall with my wishes ; Come 
Let's in my dear, and see thy wounded brother. Ex. Oro. and Eu. 
Ent. Vanlore alone. 

Van. My plot hath thriv'd thus far, I have discover'd 

A rival in my love to Theocrine but such a one 480 

That nature in such haste did huddle up. 
She gave him scarce the Characters of man. 

How purblind is the world, that such a monster 
In a few durty acres swadled, must 
Be mounted in opinions empty scale. 
Above the noblest virtues that adorn 
Souls that make worth their center, and to that 
Draw all the lines of action ! Worn with age 



12 LOVES VICTORY. 

And wounds to a neglected skeleton 

The noble Souldier sits, whilst in his Cell 490 

The Scholar stews his Catholique brains for food. 

The Traveller return'd, and poor may go 

A second pilgrimage to Farmers doors, or end 

His journey in a Hospital: few being 

So generous to relieve where vertue doth 

Necessitate to crave. Harsh poverty, 

That moth which frets the sacred robe of wit, 

Thousands of noble spirits blunts, that else 

Had spun rich threads of fancy from their brain. 

But they are souls too much sublim'd to thrive 500 

Amongst those crudities of men, that fill 
The nauseous stomach of the times with flesh 
Unsalted with the active souls of men. 

But I'm no Satyr, rather now possest 
With Loves more gentle spirit, which hath charm'd 
Me into strange attempts; assist me Fate; 
Few dayes will ruine or advance my state. Ex. 

Souldiers passe the Stage, Creon and Lew. dragging in Buff. 
and Gud. in new clothes. 

Ore. Nay, now you are hamper'd Rogues: disobey au- 510 
thority ! 

Bu. Oh Gudgeon they wool durt our new clothers. 

Lew. Lie close you vermin. They hind them. 

Gud. I ha not kno-v^ni hop munday at this time oth' year. 

Bu. Stand upon thy guard page. They gag them. 

Cre. Grape Gudgeon so, now do not talk 

Your selves hoarse, this heavy carriage 

Shall not trouble you. Pich their pocTcets. 

Lew. Farewel farewel do not defile your lodging. Ex. 

Enter some stragling Souldiers tvith Wenches. 520 

Wen. A prize a prize my lads; 



1 



LOVES VICTORY. 13 

How eame you hither Sirrah ha? 

Bu. Oh Oh Oh ! 

Wen. What canst not speak, the rogues are gagg'd. 

1. Sou. Alas poor fellowes help unbind them 

Wen. Hang them vagabond rogues, they are some rich 

Bores He warrant them, that have abused poor Souldiers : 
here puny — — change thy hat and thy sword. 

2. Sou. These are some reliques of their Grand-fathers 
Blades that have been tryed in the first Punick war ; 530 
Here, shalt have mine in exchange and liberty to boot. 

Wen. iN'ay, no hast to be gone Sir, this Coat will sell 

To the next Countrey Landlord yet agen, 

These Boots will serve an honester man. 

1. Sou. Nay, thou art uumerciful 

Wen. Marry gip you milksop fool, thou wert best 
Go barefoot so thy conscience wear socks; why man, 
This is the farmers eldest whelp, coupled with 
A carter, they know how to swaddle their legs 
In straw do you not boobies — 540 

Buf. Yes forsooth Mistris. 

Wen. Nsij, I should teach you manners, had I the tutoring 

of you. Ex. Souldiers and Wenches. 

Enter Zannazarro and Eurione. 

Eur. Do not, Brother, venture too boldly on this piercing 
aire. 

Surg. It's dangerous, Sir, and may recall your feaver. 

Zan. I thank your care, but owe so much unto 
Your art. that my recovered spirits tell me 

They are strong enough to strugle with disease, 550 

Yet He not long tempt danger, only a while 
Sit and behold yon greedy flames convert 
My Fathers palace to his funerall pile. 

Oh Eurione, Ex. Surg. 



14 LOVES VICTORY. 

To what sad period drives our hasty fate ! 

We we of all our house remain to be 

The mockery of fortune. Poor girle we must 

Ere long be led to grace the triumphs of 

A lawrel'd Conquerer, thorow the throng 

Of the insulting multitude, whose mirth 560 

Our miseries will be, from thence be hal'd 

To ignominious death, and far remov'd 

From the fam'd umes of our dead ancestors, 

With theeves and murtherers mix our injured dust. 

In all their Annals, our wrong'd names shall be 
Branded with ignominious Epithets. 

Our gardian Angels vainly did protect us 
Beyond the ruins of our family; 
That shower of bloud dropt pretious balm, compar'd 
With those prodigious ills that fall in this. 570 

Why did I suffer all those channels to 

Be stopt that drain'd the crimson sea of life? 
Were not my hands chain'd in my love to thee, 
I would again rend ope each orifice 
And set those conduits going, which are now 
Lockt in restrictive medicines. 

Eur. Do not Brother 
Unthrone thy soul with this unmanly passion. 
Prop with disdain, that falling pyramid 

Which in the lowest ebb of fortune may 580 

Sit high as Sceptred Kings, and by the strength 
Of passive fortitude repell the beams 
Of our malignant stars, thoug'h darted down 
With barbed vengeance on us. Those calm souls 
Feel not the war of fierce affliction, which 
Preserves heavens peace within their quiet brests. 
The bitterest pils earth steeps in gall, are but 



LOVES VICTORY. 15 

That liealthfull physick, wliicli the sickly mind \ 

Distasts, but languishes without into 

A swift consumption of its former virtues. 590 

I know thy brest fill'd with too great a spirit 
To let in such ignoble ghests as fear. 
And shouldest thou nurse a meaner thought of me, 
'Twould strike a blush upon the ashes of 
Our noble Mother, which could ne'r conceive 
So mean a thing in great Zoranzas bed. 

Zan, Now thou art sister to the noblest thoughts 
My soul extracts from weak humanity. 
This balm hath cur'd all mine internal wounds, 

Eur. Then prethee take a care not to offend thy other. 600 

Zan. My honoured Gardian 

Enter Oroan. 

Oro. Brave Zannazarro, I'm glad to see the bloud 
Sit in such healthful symptoms on thy cheeks, 
My Princes mandates now inforcing me 

Unto a swift removal Fair Eurione 

I have more offerings here to pay, but yet 
Am too unsanctified. 

Eur. Those vows, my Lord, my death will soon discharge. 

Oro. I am commanded by a power above me; 610 

But should my victory dip her lawrels in 
Your blouds, my own should wash the tincture off, 
And with your Cypress wreath their withered branches. 
But fairer hopes in my thoug'hts busie wars, 
Support the ruins of my falling stars. 

ACTUS SECUNDUS. 
Enter Creon and Lewcippus, one in the hahit of 
a Souldier, the other of a Dancing master. 
Ore. S-death ! thou look'st as if thou wert newly unfetter'd 4 



16 LOVES VICTORY. 

Lewcippus, since thou skip'st into t'his Dancing suit, but me- 620 
thinks thy legs are hardly fine enough for thy profession. 
Canst caper? Let's see. 

Lew. As well as thou canst tosse a pike my 

Valiant Hector thou walk'st in such state 

As if thou comest Crown'd from Olympus; 
Or for a reward of thy valor wert to be 
Elected King of the Romans. 

Cro. No, a Knight of Malta would serve the turn : 
And that if our design prosper, I may bid fair for. 

Lew. We shall no more need to march in back-lanes to 630 

shun Catch-poles hist here comes the old Courtier 

and new Lord 

Enter Arratus 

Ar. Save you noble Gallants, and my very 
Good Friends. 

Ore. That he never saw before. 

Ar. Let the word of a Gentleman confirm you welcome. 

Lew. We had rather have the deeds. 

Ar. You shall be both respectively entertaiu'd 
In your several functions. 640 

For thou my nimble Lad 

We'l dance Levalto's lighter then the air 
When it cuts capers from, the mountains tops. 
My Nephew's hours of mirthful recreation 
Shall by thy lighter genius be dispos'd. 

But there is valour in the Boy that will 
I doubt disdain the sport, I know his humor 
If he be of the right bloud of tlie Bujfonies, 
He will be all for Turnaments, and fighting duels 

I will seem not to like it, but it was my 650 

Own humor when I was young, I believe the 
Countrey hath bestowed education on him in that kind 



LOVES VICTORY. 17 



According to liis natural worth 

Wherefore my noble Corydon 



Ore. I am no Shepherd Sir. 

Ar. I cry thee mercy, my brave Herculean soul, 

I mean, what de'e call them — the followers of (wench. 

The sullen Greek that would not fig'ht for the losse of his 

Lew. Achilles and his Myrmidons. 

Ar. Thou hast hit it thou hast hit it 660 

My single sol'd Eascal, I mean the Myrmidons: 

Pox on't ! I forget these hard names ; truth is, 

I hold it beneath a man of quality to spend 

His time among moth-eaten books, and leave the 

More generous recreation of Dogs and Hawkes; some *■ 

Shreds of Poetry pickt up among the scoundrel 

Players are all that I make use of; 

Yet I honor men of Art and Gallantry. 

Cre. Tis not my use to boast my own perfections, 
I've seen some petty portions of the world, 670 

Serv'd under Caesar in the British wars. 
Assisted Crassus in the Parthian Conquest, 
Been with Porsenna at the siege of Rome, 
With Xerxes when his Army swallowed Greece, 
And fought for Pompie in Pharsalia's field, 
But my last piece of service was to fight 
For brave Adrastus in the Thehan war. 

Ar. JSTow by my soul a noble warrier; 
But how met you with this man of art ? 

Cre. In my travels and I protest stangely; 680 

As I was passing over the Lyhian deserts, I lighted upon the 
Grand Signiors Court, and being invited by him into the 
Seraglio to see his Concubines, there skipt into this Gentle- 
mans acquaintance, he being one of those rare Artists kept 
to edifie the doxies. 



18 LOVES VICTORY. 

Ar. "Now by my honour a strange encounter ; 
Wliat are these 



Ent. Buf. a7id Gud. A Servant. 

Ser. Your I^ephew Sir 
And his attendant — 690 

Ar. How, are you son to Carlo Buffonie? 

Bu. I am the young Grentleman Sir, and as simple 
As I stand here, chad better clothers 
When's come from home. 

Ar. And how came you to lose them Couzen? 

Bu. We met with some vermin Zodiars that plunder'd us. 

Ar. Alas poor Couzen ! and who furnisht you 
With these new fashion'd Boots? 

Gu. They are the workmanship of my own hands. 

Bu. My man Gudgeon is right, a man of knowledge 700 

Nunckell He warrant you. 

Gu. I will serve your worship in the same kind 
Upon any occasion, I have not been a servant 
To your brother honest Gotfer Carlo so long for nothing. 

Ar. Thou sayest well friend, I shall imploy thee. 
My noble friends, I shall refer my kinsman to 
Your care^ call for what money you shall see 
Occasion of to furnish him with all the gallantry 
He is yet capable of; I could wish he had 

Been better prepar'd for tutors so ingenious, 710 

But hope to see the sudden effects of your skill. 

Lew. Sir, we shall do our best indevours 

Come my ill clad gallants, we vnW change your 
Rusty Swords for glittering Rapiers, 
Your Russets into Scarlet, and feed 
Your horses with your boots. 

Buf. What becomes of our breeches then Gudgeon? 

Gu. We will send them home to old Master, 



LOVES VICTORY. 19 

They will serve for a change. Ex. Om. 

Enter the King, an Ambassador as from Cyprus. 720 

Kin. How full of fatall changes are our lives ! 
What is't to be a Monarch, and yet live 
Trembling at every blast of passion thus! 
When all my thoughts in the fair hopes were calm'd 
Of Heroina's safe arivall, then 
Even then to have them smother'd in this cloud 

Of cur'st intelligence Oh Gloriandal 

Each star is dropt out of my heaven of joy; 

All our intended triumphs must convert 

To funerall obsequies, our Lawrels be 730 

Wreathed o're with Cypress, and the Tyrian robe 

Strike all its splendor to an Ebon vail. 

Glo. Your grief is yet but weak suspitions birtch, 
And happily may prove abortive, Sir. 

Kin. Poor girle! 
Thou fain wouldst into comfort flatter us. 
But the malignity of sorrow can 
Admit no cordials, when its meager fist 
In all her functions grasps the strugling soul. 

Hear him unravel the black clew that led 740 

Me into this dark labyrinth of grief. 
And tell me then where I have ever left 
Hopes to escape the Minotaure of passions. 

Glo. Shall I my Lord 
Burthen you with the weight of this sad story. 

Emb. Your will commands each motion of my soul. 

Though to a sad obedience Know then fair Princesse 

When first our full spread sailes were pregnant grown 

With prosperous gales of wind, and all our hopes 

Swel'd equall to their full strecht wombs, and we 750 

With joy beheld proud AEtnaes gloomy top 



20 LOVES VICTORY. 

And sleighting Neptune did begin to pray 
To our domestick Lars, even then 
A spightful storm stretch't on the wings of all 
The clamorous winds, proclaims a combat, and 
Chuses our latitude the fatall lists. 

The Suns fair mirrour curies her even brow, 
Whil'st white arm'd waves catch at the clouds, and fall 
Like liquid Mountains on our sinking Ships, 

Our rent sails hang on tops of rocks, our cords 760 

Crack like the fibers of a dying heart, 
The frighted Sailer more distracted then 
The elements into confusion startles. 
The Master vainly cals for help, till by 
An angry wave washt off, he loses all 
His hopes ith' Seas unfathom'd womb. Whil'st in 
These full mouth'd oathes natures intemperate sons 
Swore our destruction, a calm gales soft breath 
Fans off dispair, we now behold none but 

Pacifick Seas, but in this new born light 770 

]^o beam of comfort dwelt we by it seeing 
Nought but the scatter'd ruins of our Fleet 
Which drest the floud in funerall pomp, but what 
Stroke most amazcj that Vessel where we had 
Treasur'd our hopes, the Princesse ship was lost. 

Glo. A sad relation. 

Kin. Oh but too true, too true my Glorianda, 
Devouring Seas have cousen'd our imbraces. 

But shall I lose her thus? go gather all 

Those Ships that owe obedience to this He 780 

And let their squadrons cloud the Sea, untill 
You find her out, or else, by all that's good, 
Thy life, though an unworthy sacrifice. 
Shall fall an offering to her fathers losse. 



LOVES VICTORY. 21 

Emb. I go though in despair to speed. Ex. Emh. 

Enter Oroandes, Zannazarro, Eurione. Oroandes kneeling, 
presents the prisoners. 

Oro. Thus only may your enemies encounter 
Those beams of sacred majesty that shine 
Through you from the Sicilian diadem. 790 

Kin. Rise nohle Souldier, high in our love as wonder 

Thus joy encounters grief, but is to weak 

For such a foe are these thy victorious trophies? 

There's something in their looks that argues worth, 

Were it not clouded in Rebellions mask. 

But that's a sin whose black infection strikes 

Damps to the heart of Monarchie, and cannot 

Be nurst within a States ejecting womb 

Without distempering every vitall part. 

It was thy mercy when the obstructed sword 800 

Like lightning fled, and left their lives untoucht, 

And now our justice must performe that task. 

Glo. I more then doubt poor Zannazarros safety, 
Some of loves old ingredients yet remain. 

Kin. Why so much woman, Glorianda? 

Thou but mispend'st thy pity, foolisli girl, 

Upon an object, which if not remov'd 

Would soon eclipse the brightnesse of our stars. 

Go call the Priests of Mars and Pallas hither. 

Or^o. At what wilde fury reaches this discourse? 810 

If at his anger hell lights torches to 
Lead them into destruction, there must fall 
Some showers of bloud to quench them. 

Enter Priests. 

Kin. Here take the prisoners to your charge, and let 
Those ceremonies be perform'd, by which 
The tainted bloud of sacrifices are 



22 LOVES VICTORY. 

Made incense for the gods; see them prepar'd 

Ere the next morning gilds the earth, delay 

Shall pluck no feathers from the wings of vengeance, 820 

S-death ! what does't curd your blouds ? go bear them oif , 

That brow that dares contract it self into 
A frown had better meet a thunderbold. 

Glo. O they are lost, for ever lost ! Ex. Zan, Eurio. 

Oro. Is't grief, or reverence that unnerves me thus? 

Oh my soul thou art too weak too faintly weak 

To move beneath the Chaos of these woes! 

Kin. Now Oroandes I have time to imbrace thee, 
And hug this cabinet of virtue, which 

Contains those jewels by whose soverain price 830 

Our safety was redeem'd. But I have not 
In all thy absence let thy goodnesse drop 
Out of my thoughts, witnesse this Lady, in 
Whose virgin brest I've strove to plant thy worth, 
Untill her sympathizing virtue might 
ISTurst to maturity, which to improve. He leave 
You to Loves fair Elizium, Privacie. 

Oro. I am your vassal Sir, but cannot pay 

Oblations due to so immense a love. Ex. King. 

Glo. Whither starts my degenerate spirits ! I was born 840 

Of Parentage high as Sicilies King; 

And though their death made him my Gardian, yet 

May be allowed the freedom of my choice. 

The conversation of our youth had nurst 

A Cupid in each eye, ere Zannazarro 

Forc't by a fathers high aspiring pride 

Forsook's obedience to the Crown, and then 

A mutual love mixt our souls currents in 

One silver stream of joy, and shall I now 

Buy it with pride, 'cause his dejected state 850 



LOVES VICTORY. 23 

Unvested of its gaudy honour stands? 

No let his titles sacrifices fall 

Unto his guilt, so I may him injoy. 

Oro. She weeps sure there is more in this 

Then yet my thoughts can fathome: 

If it be love to Zannazarro, perhaps we may 

Prevail by our united prayers Pardon Lady 

My unbecoming rudenesse, I have sorrows 

That like my evill Grenius on my soul, 

Sit cloath'd in sables that obscure the light 860 

Of beauties rayes 

Glo. You need no mask to walk ith' Moonlight Sir, 
But were there flames to quench you, I should shed 
Tears large enough to quench the rising fire, 

Oro. We are not like to thrive in love that plant 
The sprightly fruit in such a watery soyl. 

Glo. Yet our affections are prehaps of kin, 
Did we discover their originall. 

Let's both disvellop truth my Lord, I blush not 

To let you know these tears are only shed 870 

To mollifie those stubborn deities 

That sway brave Zannazarroes fate And think 

Yours sympathize in a relation near 
As is 'twixt him and fair Eurione. 

Oro. Oraculous truth ! Dear Lady, let me kisse 

This hand the index to so brave a heart, 

And on its seal allegiance to your heart. 

Our souls could nere have met a nearer way 

But in the rode of wedlock, this hath claspt 

All the black lines of our affections in 880 

One volume, though by natures hand transcrib'd 

In different characters : but oh ! it lies not 

In our united prayers for to release 



24 LOVE 8 VICTORY. 

The objects of our love from those strict bands 
Our Princes rage fetters their safety in. 

Glo. All violence would wear the ugly brand 
Of Sacriledge, else I would try the power 
Of all my Kingdom to support their fates. 
Rhegium holds many active spirits that would 
Bear his proud anger with as high a flame, 890 

Should I but stir what now conceals their hate. 

Oro. I have an Army too 

Not yet disbanded, which would gladly kindle 

Their discontents at the least beam of mine, 

The airy weight of a few would set 

The fatall engin going; bnt my bloud 

Shrinks to its center at rebellions name. 

And as if tainted with the thought from thence 

Scatters an ague through my limbs. If all 

Our prayers, when mounted on the wings of love, 900 

Cannot prevail, let's mix our bloud with theirs. 

And Martyrs die to our adored saints. 

Glo. I shall do something too, something that may 
Preserve my name in sanguin characters. 
But first let's visit him, perhaps those engins 
That batter heaven, may shake his marble brest. 

Oro. My prayers shall wait on yours; and if denied, 
A lover die, not live a regicide. Ex. om. 

Enter a Taylor with a new suit, a Hatter, Shoomaker, 

Spurrier, with other Tradesmen. 910 

1. Tra. Come neighbours, shal's crack each one's our 
Kan before the Gentleman comes. 

2. Tra. Our Kans, hang the muddle horsedrench, 
Let's drink each of us our groat square off 

Brisk sack, this forain liquor but 
Adulterates our blouds. 



LOVES VICTORY. 25 

3. Tra. As many of your wives does your beds. 

1. Tra. How this coxcombly boy prates 
Because he hath nere a one of his own ? 

We shall shortly have him buy the feesimple 920 

Of a piece of land, that hath been broke 
Up to his hand in the Countrey. 

3. Tra. Did your easie entrance inform you, 
Your own was such ? 

2. Tra. Go to Sirrah, you are a sawcie boy 
To prate thus to antient men and thy betters. 

I tell thee, both my neighbor and 

My self are town-born children. 

And have born offices, 

And before thy head was hot to some of us. 930 

3. Tra. But not before your own was hom'd Sir. 

1. Tra. How you impudent rascall ! a little more would 
make me lay my yard about your ears. 

3. Tra. But take heed you do not break him ; for I have 
heard though you are double yarded, your wife wants her 
full measure. 

1. Tra. I protest I will complain to the officer and make 
him prove it. 

2. Tra. Hist you prating coxcomb here comes 

the Gentleman. 940 

Enter Lewcippus. 

1. Tra. God save your good worship. 

2. Tra. We are glad to see your worship well. 

Lew. Come what have you brought here? let's see 

your bils^ thou should'st be a man of might by the largenesse 
of thy weapon, but without help of thy shears I -will pare off 

half there, nay take it without grudging, and set thy 

hand to the receipt. 

1. Tra. Nay, I beseech your good worship to consider a 



26 LOVES VICTORY. 

poor Tradesman, our taxations are heavy. 950 

Lew. Tusli ! you were born to be made slaves off, come, 
tby band. 

1. Tra. To the whole bill Sir? 

Lew. S-death ! you crosse leg'd cur, d'ee snarl ? thou wert 

better eat thy pressing iron then reply another word come 

you with the taffaty face, thy blew apron fits not methodi- 
cally friend I protest thy conscience is made of sarce- 
net, pure and tender as thy wives new blancht cheeks 

hast thou set thy hand to the bill? how! my 

money will not hold out but I will send anon 960 

that satisfies. 

2. Tra. Most aboundantly, an't please your worship. 
Lew. My jolly Crispin, thou must grant the same curtesie. 

3. Oh Lord sir, your worship may command. 

Lew. Thou deservest to be heir apparent to Sir Hue, and 
to have thy apron a perpetuall winding sheet to his bones ; 
come along with me, and transport your commodities, 'tis 
your Indiaes. Ex. om. 

Enter Arratus, Carlo, Creon. 

Art. Signiour, you are welcome. 970 

Car. I thank your Lordship intruth so shall your 

Nephew be to my house and to my daughter too or she 

and I shall square, but I would fain see the sprightly gal- 
lant, as lame as I am, I have walk'd thus far on purpose. 

Arr. He will not long be absent Sir, but is that wild 
head Vanlore dead? 

Car. This Gentleman can best inform you. 

Cre. It was my fortune to close his dying eyes. 

Car. Captain, not a word of our bargain. Car. aside. 

Cre. Swounds! d'ee think my neck itches for a halter? 980 

Poor Vanlore he was a Gentleman whose memory 

My love to worth ingages me to hono.ur. 



LOVES VICTORY. 27 

Was this not well dissembled old boy? Aside. 

Car. Karely thou mayst be secretary to the Devil. 

Arr. My Nephew Sir 

Enter Buff. Lew, Gudgeon. 

Car. God save you noble Sir you'r happily encounter'd. 

Buf. Would the old fellow beg something Tutor ? 
We will give him Gudgeons old clothers, they are better 
then his. 990 

Lew. JSTot too loud this must be your father — law. 

Arr. Nephew, take notice of this Gentleman, you may 
hereafter call him father. 

Gud. He should ha better clothers first and I were as my 
Master he had as good a father as this at home. 

Buf. Peace fool and let your Master talk how lik'st this 

Cloak and sword and boot old boy ha ! 

Lew. You are too rude observe his gravity. 

Buf. Why, no matter as long as I talk loud enough ; 
Doest keep any dogs old boy? He course my fathers 1000 

Crop-ear'd bitch with thee for vorty groats. 

Lew. Fie fie, you must lay no wagers under pounds. 

Buf. Why then pounds let it be or we have a forehorse 

of our own breed shall draw with ere a horse in Syracuse. 

Lew. Fie, this is discourse too vulgar. 

Buff. Why, did you not tell me 'twas Gentleman like 
To talk of nothing but Dogs and Horses? 

Gud. Yes, and Whores too Master. 

Buf. Thanks good memory He begin. 

Lew. Not for a world before your uncle Aside. 1010 

That is discourse for Taverns betwixt the drinking scenes, 

Whilst men take breath to throw away estates ; 

There you may vie obscenity, and lard 

Your dry discourse with oathes but must be civill here. 

Car. His Tutor's giving him good counsell. 



28 LOVES VICTORY. 

Arr. He is a Gentleman I'm woundrous happy in, for 
wholesome precepts. 

Car. Will you not give him leave to visit my poor house ? 
My Lord his company will be pretious. 

Arr. Sir I intended he should wait on you home. 1020 

Captain it is our pleasure, you attend him. 
The Citie's full of swaggerers, and he something rash. 

Nephew we'l leave you to attend this Gentleman ; 

Bring me word how thou lik'st fair Theocrine. Ex. 

Car. Come Siguier, will you walk ? 

Buf. N^ay pray Sir go before. Ex. om. 

Enter Oroandes alone. 

Oro. All yet is silent, dark and secret, as if 
The powers of night did favour my intent. 

Pardon you Gods that have a residence 1030 

Within this sacred roof, if I profane, 
You are the authors of it, if you own 
Affections cloth'd in robes immaculate 
As martyr'd Saints imbrace their sufferings in. 

Such sure are mine, witnesse that bloud which when 

Wami'd with the pride of victory did grow 

Too cold to hatch the embryoes of a sin, 

Though there were flames of beauty large enough 

To thaw an Anchorite. Pity me then, just powers. 

And spare your guiltlesse sacrifice. This hour 1040 

This dismall silent hour, is near the time 

In which the Priest, with hidden mysteries 

To purge his offering from all the staynes 

Of secret thoughts, into this Temple comes I do not know 

What earthquakes cold divinity may breed 
Within my brest, but sure he must be more 
Then man that bears her hence, unlesse he Avears 
My life upon his sword But I am vain. 



LOVES VICTORY, 29 

Nought but the Gods arm'd with destructive thunder 

Are gardians of this place, which if this act 1050 

Be black and sinfull, will, when purpl'd in 

The guilt on't hurl me into hell if not 

Protect my bold indevors They come He withdraws. 

Enter Eurione led by the Priest of Minerva, i7i his hand a 

Censer burning, at which having lighted 

the tapors he unvailes her. 

Pri. Hail noble Virgin more to be ador'd 

Then she whom our fond superstition makes 
Our Common-wealths Proteetresse. 

Eur. What language do I hear? are you her Priest, 1060 

And dare prophane your own Miverna thus? 

Pri. I would not have your judgment Lady look 
On us with much deluded eyes, to think 
We pay a private adoration to 
This gilded marble, only deified 
By some unperfect souls unworthy fear 
Whose reason darkned, flew to fancy for 
Relief, and from those vain idea's fram'd 
Those tutelary powers, which wiser men 

Pretend devotion :^o, only to awe 1070 

Irregular humanity into 
A dull obedience to their power, which were 
Mad to adore those dieties they make. 

Eur. Oh horrid blasphemy ! 
Are these the hallowed mysteries you use 
To sanctifie your offerings with, or is't 
Your Criielty now I am neer the steep 
And dangerous precipce of death to stagger 
A feeble womans faith, that so your mortall 
May passe to an eternal punishment? 1080 

Had I no drop of bloud but what had been 



30 LOVES VICTORY. 

Fir'd with a feaver of hot lusts, the graves 

Cold damps unfetter'd by your Princes doom 

Had long ere this extinguisht them. My soul 

The warm imbraces of her flesh is now, 

Even now forsaking, this frail body must 

Like a lost feather fall from oif the wing 

Of vanity, ere many minutes lie 

A lump of loth'd corruption, foul enough 

Without being with so black a sin deform'd. 1090 

Pr. Deluded innocence! think you that fate should rob 
Me of the glorious treasure of your beauty. 
Soon as I had injoyed it ? What though you are 
With your heorick Brother destin'd to 
Confirm a simple Princes zeal ; I know 
Wayes to evade it that shall make him tremble 
To touch this sacred beauty, with a reverence 
Holy as that he payes unto the Gods, 
Whilst you ( though now ) ordain'd to die a Martyr 
Shall live a Saint among the sacred number 1100 

That in this temple spend their happy hours 
In silent close delights, such as do make 
The amorous soul spring in the womb of fancy: 
Here every hour that links the chain of life 
We fill with pleasures, yet nere feel their surfets, 
Degenerate to that pale disease of fear 
The ignorant world cals Conscience. 

Eur. How strangely lies the Devill here disguiz'd 
Within the masque of age and hoilnesse? 

Pr. Of age! — look here Eurione, Throws off his ornaments. 1110 

Is this a face to be despis'd? be not amaz'd 

The holy reverence which the people bear 
Unto my office, keeps me so much stranger 
Unto their knowledge, that I still may be 



LOVES VICTORY. 31 

Secure within the shade of a disguize, 
Pleasing the sprightly Vestals, which my youth 
Knows better how to do then feeble age. 

Had not that excellence of beauty which 
Appears in you bright as men fancy Angels, 

I had not stoop't to this discovery, but 1120 

With the severity of my office led 
You to inevitable death, which now 
My love redeems you from, if with a fair 
Consent you meet the vigour of my passion. 

Eu. Witnesse you Gods that see my soul disvellop'd 
From every thought of earth, how much more willingly 
I would submit my self to the imbraces 
Of crawling wormes, the cold inhabitants 
Of silent dormitories, then to have 

My dying hopes warm'd into life again 1130 

By those wilde fires of thy prodigious lusts. 

"No impious villian when ghastly horror makes 

A giddy circle round thy death-bed and 

Thy sins like Furies all ajppear to fright 
Thy trembling soul from her last stage of life, 
When thou shall curse thy birthday, and implore 
Eternall darknesse to obscure thee from 
Heavens all discerning eye, this sin shall not 
Make up a link o'th everlasting chain. 

Pr. Must I be then denied, fond girl ! thou hast 1140 

Precipitated all the hopes of life 

By this abortive virtue, unlesse thou canst 

Command a guard of those imaginary 

And helplesse deities to circle thee 

In forms more dreadful then the night, or death 

Presents them to our fears, no power shall save thee, 

Thy prayers are sown on unrelenting rocks 5 



32 LOVES VICTORY. 

Mixt with a wildernesse of air through which 

Thou'lt never find them in their wisht effects. 

Tush ! this weak resistance is in vain 1150 

The "Virgin Goddesse stirs not. She flies to the Altar. 

Eu. Oh hear hear me you sacred powers, 

And from your thrones look on an injured maid. 

Pr. Poor fool they'r deaf to thunder. 

Eu. Some pitying God protect me. 

Oroandes discovers himself and drawing his sword, 
runs at him. 

Oro. Hold hold, 

There's thy reward mist thee ! 

Sure there's no god protects thee. 1160 

Impious Devil ! 

Canst thou ere hope to shun me ? 

Eu. Oh gods ! why was I wak'd to life again 

To see the mine of my honour ? 

My Oroandes ! 

Or hath some pitying deity 
Possest thy shape to rescue me? 

Oro. Eurione my hallowed Eurione, 

I'm too profane to touch thee yet, untill 

Cleans'd in this villains scalding bloud, which must 1170 

Be shed an offering to thy injured virtue. 

Offers at him, he fals on his Jcnees. 

Eu. Oh hold my Oroandes, 
Do not defile thy hands in humane bloud 
Before such sacred witnesses as these, 
Let his worse punishment he to survive 
An act so wicked, till the dictates of 
His conscience doth anticipate his hell. 

Pr. My guilt amazes me, nor do I know 
Whether with greater confidence to beg 1180 



LOVES VICTORY. 33 

Pardon from heaven, or you; so black, so foul 

Are my attempts against both: but if confession 

May be the harbenger of penitence 

Although deform'd with sin, I shall disrobe 

The blackest secrets of my soul, these flames 

Of lust, whose dreadful blazes light me to 

Future destruction, may perhaps conduct 

You to a throne of safety. Hoping to 

Obtain my black desires, when fear of death 

Should be my moving advocate, I had 1190 

Lay'd counterplots for to prevent the fall 

Of the intended stroak. If you make use 

Of these contaminated robes, which I 

Have more abus'd, you'l find their operation 

In wonders seeming ominous, as those 

Which drive men to devotions last retreat. 

]^ot that I wish for life, but fear to die 

Ith' youthful vigour of my sins, before 

Repentance hath infeebl'd them, I beg 

Life from your mercy, which shall never be 1200 

Lavisht in pleasures more, remov'd from all 

The noise and businesse of the world. He live 

Attended only with my sorrow, where 

My private sorrow may no object find 

But my own gangren'd sins to work upon. 

Oro. The gods are pityful, and thou mayst live to me- 
rit life eternally. 
Canst thou ( my dear Eurione) forget thy wrong? 

Eu. I else should fear to goe where's fate conducting 
me. 1210 

Oro. Farewell mayst thou acquaint thy soul 

with heaven. 

Takes up the Priests robes. 



34 LOVES VICTORY. 

Come my fair sacrifice, these robes can be 

ISTever profan'd, worn to deliver thee. Ex. om. 

The end of the Second Act. 



ACTUS TERTIUS. 

Officers belonging to the Temple set forth an Altar, 
others prepare a Throne, loud musicTc. 
Enter the King crowned, Glorianda and attendants, the 1220 
King ascends the Throne, the rest place themselves. 
Kin. n^ Hon look'st too sadly Glorianda, 

1 Though funerals do attend the day we're not 
To wear the sables of our souls, whilst we 
With sacrifices feast the deities. 

Glo. My sadnesse is not grief Sir, only fear 
How my frail temper may indure a sight 

So full of horror 

Kin. We will support thee, here now only wants 
Sick Oroandes, I hope it is not love that troubles him. 1230 

Glo. He is too wise Sir, inconsiderate women 
Are greatest sufferers in that tyranny. 
Kin. Yet let it not afflict thee girl, 

He will do well again 

Loud musick, the Priest of Mars enters at one side of the 
Altar leading Zannazarro, his armes hound in a crimson 
scarf e, crowned with hayes, after him two hoyes 
with Censers and sacrificing in- 
struments. 
Softer mtisicTc, at which enter Oroandes drest liTce the Priest 1240 
of Pallas, leading in Eurione, her rohe crimson, her 
armes hound with a white scarf e. Virgins in white 
hearing Censers. 



LOVES VICTORY. 35 

Kin. My rage begins to melt, I could even wish 
They might survive the rigour of their doom. 
Glo. Must I see this and live? 

JSTo Zannazarro ■ here is my convoy to thee. Draws a poniard. 

The Priests lead the sacrifices above the Altar, where 
unbinding their amies, they give thern liberty 

of mutual imbraces. 1250 

Zan. So now we have ended, my Eurione, 

All our imployments on the earth this is 

The last of all our mortall enterviews. 
The wheels of time worn on the road of age. 
Will lose their motion, ere we shall again 
Meet in the robes of flesh, which must ere that 
Change to a thousand shapes its varied dust : 

Yet still ( dear girl) our souls unseparable 

Shall walk together to eternity. 

Eur. Farewel dear Brother if thy soul do take 1260 

Its flight ere mine stay for me in the clouds. 

They are bound and led to the Altar, where whilst they kneel 

a Song from within, the Chorus by the attendants to 

the Priests, who light the fire for the 

sacrifice. 



The SONG. 

See, each winde leaves Civill Wars, 

The gods approve your Sacrifice, 
And to behold it, all the Stars 

look through the curtains of the skies. 1270 

Peace reigns through every element. Chorus. 

Whilst this fair pair to heaven are sent. 



36 LOVES VICTORY. 

Sparta's dear Ipiiigenia died 

A spotted sacrifice to this 
Bright Nymph compared, whose Virgin pride 

Sayes nature nought hath done amisse. 
And yet this flower so choicely made Clio. 

By deaths untimely stroke must fade. 

Romes honour d Decii might have fought 

Under this youths cominand, yet been 1280 

More fam'd then when their valour brought 
The bloud of foes, t' imbalm it in. 

Yet this brave soul must fall before Clio. 

With ages frost he's tinsel' d o're, 

What's falling now shall rise more pure. 

The fatall stroke but sinks the Mine, 
Whose oare this flaming calenture 

Shall only for heavens Mint refine. 
Go then and live ivhere time shall be Cho. 

Confounded in eternitie. 1290 

Prepare, prepare the faiall stroke 

Which their fair threeds must separate: 
Goodnesse may pity, not revoke 

The inevitable doom of fate. 
What their crimes were, let men forget, Cho. 

No letters but heavens alphabet, 

When mortals are from virtue fell. 

Their vices should in censure spell. 

The Song ended, the Priests prepare to strike. A clap of 
thunder, groans, and shrieks throughout the Temple, 1300 
the Priests robes dropt over with bloud, 
the Images of the gods reverst. 



LOVES VICTORY. 37 



Kin. What horrid prodigies are these? 
The gods are sure grown angry with our prayers. 

Fr'i. I have been long attendant on those powers 
Within this place ador'd, yet never saw 
The gods thus moved before. We have profan'd 
Something their knowledge cals Angelical. 

Kin. Be gone these gaudy trappings of my pride, 
This lowly dust looks lovelier then a throne. 1310 

Lies here no charme Throwes off his crown and rohe. 

To release our fears? 

The Priest unties their scarfes, at which soft musich 
from above, hoth the images turning again. 

Pri. Here here lies the guilt of our impiety, 

The gods are pleas'd again, and those whom we 
Intended Martyrs must our Saints survive. 

Oroandes throwes off his robes and discovers himself. 

Kin. Hah Oroandes what damn'd imposture's this! 

Glo. To what extent of miracle growes this ! 1320 

Oro. The arguments of mercy from the gods 
Imbolden me to seek the like from you. 
My violent passions forc't my love into 
Strange labyrinths of attempts. But what I first 
Trembling with guilt did undertake, these miracles 
Have prov'd legitimate. Arm'd with a high 
But inconsiderate heat of fury, when 
Eurione into the inmost room 
Was of the temple brought, resolv'd to bear 

Her from the rigour of her doom, I had 1330 

Thither in private first conveigh'd my self 
Attending on the hour in which the Priest 
With his sad charge should enter, which arriv'd 
I that come there to offer sacriledge 



38 LOVES VICTORY. 

Unto that lioly function, saw my self 

Ordain'd the instrument of heaven to free 

Her from the hands of a foul ravisher, 

The hallowed lights being only kindl'd to 

Make way to th' injur'd object of his lust, 

His prayers to blasphemies, his sacred unction 1340 

To prophanations more obscene then those 

That revell in the sinks of sin were turn'd. 

The badges of a reverend age (these robes 

The sacred livery of heaven) thrown off 

Appears a sprightly gallant, fitter for 

A champion to the stewes, then servant of 

The injur'd gods, whose violence had not 

My presence rescu'd her, had couzen'd heaven 

Of your intended sacrifice to please 

His own exuberate lust. 1350 

Kin. This dreadful story 
Strikes trembling earthquakes through all my veins. 
To what vast monster will our sins unchain'd 
From fear of vengeance grow! 

Oro. That this is true, witnesse those powers which own'd 
That eause which I (though rashly) undertook. 

Kin. Pardon me you diviner powers I have 

Been too neglective of the charge you gave me. 

But vnll redeem it in my future zeal. 

That villains bloud forc't out by torments shall 1360 

Begin the purple deluge For you fair souls 

I must forget those crimes heaven hath been pleas'd 

Thus freely to forgive rise higher in 

Our favour then was that exalted story 
From whence your father fell. 

Oro. Mountains of grief fall from my burthen'd soul 
In their delivery : but your soveraign mercy 



LOVES VICTORY. 39 

Must either with one cordiall more relieve 
My sickly hopes, or I am lost for ever 

Kin. Thy actions speak thy wishes here Oroandes 1370 

Take from my hand this gift of heaven — she's thine 

By their decree. Gives him Eurione. Glorianda kneels. 

Glo. Ere your extended mercy shall contract 
Its liberall hand, let me be happy in 

The full fruition of my joyes My love 

To Zannazarro, though long smother'd in 

His fates obscurity, must now break out 

In cataracts of prayers, untill you make 

Me so much sharer of the blessings of 

This happy day to meet my hopes in him. 1380 

Kin. Thy thoughts arrive clothed in the robes of joy. 
Here Zannazarro Imbrace in her thy happinesse, 

Zan. With such a trembling pleasure bodies shall 
Encounter with their separated souls. 

Kin. Now all your seas are calm'd only my bark 

Still flags her wings beneath a tempests weight; 
Yet will I strugle with my griefs to show 

How much we to this dayes delivery owe. Ex. om. 

Enter Theocrine and her maid. 

The. Good wench no more, thou'st tir'd me with this 1390 

story. 

Mai. But had you seen it Mistris you could never have been 
weary, it was the sumptuousest sight that ever eyes beheld, 

the Kings good grace (God blesse him) is a brave man 

by my troth my thought it did me good to see him, but we 
were all overjoy'd when the sacrifices were releast. 

The. Prithy no more the sacrifice releast, 

Happy are they but I must die a sacrifice to love, 

No helpful Angel will vouchsafe to look 

From his blest throne on me ; my Vanlores ghost 1400 



40 LOVES VICTORY. 

Is now triumphing 'mongst the Saints, and sees 
Or else regards not mine afflictions here. 

A cruell Father first divorc'd what now 
A harsher fate eternally divides. 
But know my dear, where ere thy wandring spirit 
Eoves unappeas'd with sacred funerall rites; 
Thy Theocrine lives but to pay her tears 
Oblations to thy memory, and will 
i^e'r put off sorrows sable robe until 
The mourning wi-eath shall knit my winding sheet. 1410 

These were the bands wherewith we once confirm'd 

Puis off a bracelet. 

The obligations of our love but now 

Are seals of my affliction sent me back 

As messengers of his untimely fate. 

Enter Carlo, and Vanlore disguized liJce a Mountihanck 

Car. Look yonder she is, in one of her fits I protest : 
I doubt she is craz'd, good Doctor behold her. 

Van. Love love I see it by the beating of her 

pulse. 1420 

Ca. Why how now daughter, never out of these quandaries? 
Thou wilt spoil a good face with this puling. 

Van. Your tres humble servitor Madam. 

Car. Nay do not look so sleightly on him. 
He hath promist me to cure thee wench. 

He is a man of art come forth of a strange countrey. 

And knows more then a thousand of our dull Ilanders. 

Van. Foh they are buffones horsleaches, 

Know nothing more den the Earrier, how to give 

A great drench pig enough to break de horse 1430 

Belly begar meer pisse-prophets, 

De very spawn of de white wich, fellowes 
Dat use no medicine but what day pick out 



LOVES VICTORY. 41 

Of de hedge not so virtuous as Madams 

Old book of receipts 

The. Sir did you bring this fellow here to rail? 

Car. Tis but his humor, Theocrine, give him way. 

Van. Me scorn de stinking drugist, have no use of his horse 

loads of trash Mine be de pure extract de spirit 

of de Mineral, here be de Chimical pill, here de quintessence 1440 

of balsom dat which cures all solution of continuity 

though in de ventricles of de heart but here be de grand 

Elixar, the soveraign medicine that cured the great 

Mogul when he had been seven year sick of a Le- 
thargy. 

Car. Doctor lie leave her to your care. 

Van. Me warrant dat shall cure her come Madam 

Begar you but dissemble dis is no inveterate 

Disease me see no symptomes of it in your face, 

Dere is no giddy rowling of the eye no swelling 1450 

Of de veins about de forehead nor does the 

Pulse inform me but the systole and diastole 

Keep due time dis love to Vanlore be but a 

Pretence to free your self from him, you hate 
The more deserving Buffonie. 

The. If grief for him be my disease thy honesty 

Is as recoverable, now practise hath 

Made the malignity inveterate. 

Keep thy strange termes of injur'd art to fright 

The Ague or a toothake off My griefs 1460 

Are grown beyond imaginary cures. 

Van. Pishaw suppose you did once love him, 

He be dead, and dere be better men dat seek your love, 
I have encountered with dat Vanlore in my 
Peregrination, and found him to be a kickshaw 
A man of no worth. 



42 LOVES VICTORY. 

The. Thou art a villain to abuse the dead, 
Had his deserts crauled on the earth like thine, 
Tis baseness to depresse them now he is 

Above or else beneath all mortall hate; 1470 

But were he living, thy invectives might 
Sully the Sun as soon as spot his fame. 
Go then^ and let the wondring multitude 
Admire thee on a stage, come here no more 
To scare away my private thoughts, the worst 
Of which more pleases then thy company. 

Van. You will be of de oder mind, when I have freed 
You of all de grief for Vanlore. 

The. It must be by some speedy means to cast 
This flesh into the grave that mould of death, 1480 

There to be model'd for eternity. 
Within whose everlasting springs we shall 
Meet with those joyes whose blasted embryo's were 
Here made Abortive. If thou hast a poyson 
Subtill as that the eyes of Basilisks 
Shoots forth destruction in, with more delight 
He tak't then ere a fainting Patient did 
Receive thy promist Cordials. 

Van. What stronger confirmation needs then this? aside. 

She's constanter then times vicissitudes. 1490 

Yet He make good my word, Throwes ojf his disguize. 

Receive my Theocrine 

The promist cordiall, and approve my art. 

The. My Vanlore! niay I believe my eyes intelligence. 

Or is this joy deluded fancies birth? 

Van. Reall as our affections, when we first 
Assimilated souls in sacred vowes. 

The. My joy hath almost rarified my spirits 
Into a substance volatile as that 



LOVES VICTORY. 43 

Which souls begin their separation in. 1500 

Support me, frieud, with the relation of 

Thy fatall story, or this surfeit will 

Be near as dangerous as the dearth of hope. 

Van. For fear thy father should prevent our story, 
I inust shrink under this dark vail again. 

Puts on his disguize. 
Tis a relation, Theocrine, will raise 

Thy virtue in a blush thy Father, Love 

— — — Thy cruell Father. 

The. I always doubted 'twas his wretched spirit 1510 

That rais'd this dangerous storm. 

Van. It was and by a means so full of wickednesse 

I tremble to relate it whilst I lay 

Ith' Leaguer at Ardenna, he corrupts 

Creon and Lewcippus, two mercenary slaves, 

To do what he too long expected had 

From the wars doubfull fortune, but those villains 

By his gifts thaw'd from their poverty, 

Let forth in streams of luxurie their sins 

Wilde Catarracts, untill the channel] grew 1520 

So big it bore the Boyes of reason down. 

And lets this secret in their midnight cups 

Flow undescreetly out, which by a friend 

Of mine inform'd of, from their poison I 

Received my antidote, and knowing where 

They had design'd the place to steal my life. 

Thither prepar'd for my defence repair. 

The place was cloth'd in privacy enough 

To warrant them a safe retreat, if in 

Their black design successefull, hoping to 1530 

Surprise me unawares; they here being hid 

Attempt my life, but finding me prepared. 



44 LOVES VICTORY. 

Had with a guilty basenesse fled if not 

Inforc't by me, first to unravell all 

This knot of villainy, confessing how 

Corrupted by thy fathers gold, they had 

Sworn my destruction, which repenting, now 

To merit mercy, they ingage as far 

Towards my assistance, vowing to obey 

What ever I commanded; and to shew 1540 

Their faiths example, this dear relique of Shewes a Bracelet. 

Our first affections give me, w'hich receiv'd 

With those strict bonds of base soul'd cowards (threats) 

Chaining up their obedienee to my will. 

I then instruct them with what message they 

Should cheat thy Fathers willing faith, thy token 

Although the choicest Jewell of my soul 

Trusting them with to strengthen impudence 

At their return, which done, I left the Army. 

The. But wert unkinde, 1550 

Thus long to let me languish in despair. 

Van. That only cast a cloud on the design, 
Those villains lavishing the time untill 
Detected vice made them forsake the Army, 
Whilst I to live unknown repair'd unto 
A troop of wilde Bandets, 'mongst whom I have 
(Though honour'd with their Captains title) liv'd 
Till weary of their sins, yet keep them still 
Friends to protect me when with thee I make 
A safe retreat unto those desert haunts. 1560 

The. Teach me the way my Vanlore, though it lie 
Through dangers greater then the midnight fears 
Of sickly brains sully their fancies with, 
Through all He follow thee. 

Van. Then my good angels cannot stay behind, 



LOVES VICTORY. 45 

Thou must, my dear, pretend to love this fool, 
Nay more, consent to marry him. 

The. How! do not run dangerous hazards. 

Van. We must or else lie still at anchor here. 
When thy consent ripens thy fathers joy, 1570 

Ours will grow neer maturity this disguize 

Will furnish me with means enough to know 

The night-walks of his thoughts by which we may 

Proportion all our actions he comes 

This kisse; and bid thy Vanlore then farewell. 

Enter Carlo. 

Car. A skilfull man I protest, what store of implements 
he hath? Gaily pots, Glasses, and Ventosses, I hope he 

hath done the wench good save you Doctor; how 

thrives your indevour? 1580 

Van. Prave prave better then we expected; 

But me scorn to pipe forth mine own praises. 
Madam speak for your self, and informe de old 
Mounsieur your vader 

Car. How is it Theocrinef ha! 

The. Well Sir as the harmonious musick of the spirits 

Supplyed with air sprung from well temper'd bloud, 

Composes all the organs of the soul. 

Only in this calm sea of health I find 

Some pleasing spirits hover 'bout my heart, 1590 

Things that till now I was not sensible 

Of, since I first did love forgotten Vanlore. 

Van. Now de magicall potion begins to work. 

The. Forgive my disobedience Sir, She Tcneels. 

My hate unto that worthy Gentleman 
Your wisdom had pro^dded for me, shall 
Pay for redemption all the powers of love, 
So you'l not punish it in the denying 



46 LOVES VICTORY. 

That blessing which till now I cal'd a curse. 

Shall your consent tell me I'm pardon'd Sir? 1600 

Car. With as much pleasure as I got thee girl. 
Now thou hast reconcil'd my thoughts, my gold 
Is not more cordiall then this hlessed change, 
I^ow I shall live to see thee happy in 
Possession of a vast estate. 

The. The man is unto me more pleasing Sir. 

Car. So I would have him as long as he hath an 
Estate to boot, I do not like when love grows 
Daring, and encounter poverty, because they 

Imagine the threadbare suit adorn'd with a few 1610 

ISTeedlesse virtues. 

Van. Yat dinke you now Signiour ? 

Car. That thou'rt a man of art incomparable. 

As AEsculapius self 'twas a cure easily done, 

And therefore I hope will not stand me in much. 
My good word shall be ready. 

Van. Me be not mercenary, de generous Artist 
Scornes all reward but what comes willingly. 

Car. Saist thou so ? then thou art for my turn, 

I like when men will not exact Come, we will 1620 

Dine together, and then go visit the Lord Arraius 

Sprightly kinsman Come my girl. 

Enter Creon, Lewcippus, Buffonie, Gudgeon, Wenches, Servants, 

a Bawd. 

Cre. Come grannum.are they fresh and wholesome, such 
as may be tilted at and not indanger the head of the 
Lance ? 

Baxv. Away you wag, d'ee think I would furnish Custo- 
mers with ware that should not be for their turn? I protest 
they came to town but yesterday. Since I dealt in the fleshy 1630 
occupation I have not had better. 



LOVES VICTORY. An 

Buf. Thou shall be payed well for them Punk, 

There's gold and here's more left yet. 

Baw. This is a Boy of mettle. 

1. We. Let us alone to melt it mother, Come sir, you are sad. 
If any service of mine might please you, I will 

Strive to shew activity in your content, let me lead 

You to the private lists of Venus, where 

We'l make the bloud dance measures through our veins 

Till warm'd with the delitious sport it glows 1640 

Our wreath'd imbraces in extracted balm. 

2. Wen. We'l kisse you into extasies, and make 
Our breasts the pillowes to repose your head. 

1. Wen. We'l please each sense vdth some delight. Your eyes 
With unvail'd beauties whiter then the Alps, 

Your touch with skins like polisht Ivory smooth. 

Your tast shall surfet on the balm of lips, 

For Indian gums, the fruitfuU vally that 

Lies underneath fair Venus mount shall send 

Far more delightfuU perfumes, and when tyred 1650 

With these delitious sports, we will sing 

Your wearyed spirits into rest. 

2. Wen. And whilst you sleep our nimble fancies shall 
Study some undiscovered passage through 

The corall banked straights of love, with which 
We'l entertain your naked innocence. 

1. Wen. Our Banquets shall be all on Cordials, sauc't 
With strong provocatives, whose sprightly power 
Each minute shall create new appetites. 

Lew. The Wenches have ravisht him. 1660 

Buf. Who would not spend Estates upon these Ladies? 
But have you ne'r an ordinary bit for my man Gudgeon^ 
I would not have him sit idle. 

Baw. Rather then he shall want imployment, I will g 



48 LOVES VICTORY. 

Venture my self to give him a heat ; 

But lie hatli more mind to a Countrey dance 

I see lie is putting his feet in measure. 

Gud. I won't we had a Fidler here, I could foot it, I 
faith. 

Baw. Shal's have a dance Gentlemen, I have an old 1670 

Stallion within that can play. 

Buf. Call him good Grannum, and let's to't, can you 
dance Ladies? 

Wen. We will do any thing that tends to your de- 
light Sir. 

Ent. Fidler. 

Baw. Come twist thy guts up old squeaker. 

Fid. Couple your selves, I am in tune. 

Lew. Woot dance Creonf 

Ore. ISTot I, the sport's too light, let Gudgeon supply 1680 

my place. 

Baw. Come Gudgeon thou and I Play the shaking of 

the sheets. They dance. Knock within. 

Within. Ho house ho what, all asleep! 

Baw. Hark the Collonel,, and the rest of the Blades 
Are come shall I call them hither? 

Ore. No, we will wait on them, come Pupil, 
We will acquaint you with the City Gallants. Ex. om. 

Enter three Bandeets, three Sailers meeting them. 

1. Sai. Save you Gallants where's our Captain? 1690 

Here is a prize for him worth a hording. 

1. Ban. A lovely heauty S-death ! how came you 

by her? 

2. Sai Where we found store of other treasure, nay our 
Trade at Sea will prove better then yours at Land. 

But is not our Captain to be spoke withall? 
2. Ban. ^N'ot now, he is imployed, but where we 



LOVES VICTORY. 49 

know not. 

3. Ban. We expect his speedy return, but till then I am 
his Viceroy in our Common-wealth, 1700 

3. Sai. Then take charge of this Lady, but let her be 

Preserv'd untoucht for him and hark you Sir, 

Be carefull of it if her complaints inform 

Him otherwise, you'l dearly suffer for it. Whispers. 

Hero. What dreadful precipice of misery are 

My sullen fates descending Can I hope 

My honors safety, whilst my body is 
Commanded by these that no Law controuls ? 

1. Ban. Come Lady, you must now be a wilde inhabitant 
Of these dark woods with us, yet do not weep, 1710 

Though our profession seem to promise none, 
Here you may finde civility. 

Her. Pray heaven I may, my journey hither hath 

Been full of strange misfortunes I have found 

Crown'd expectations for captivity 
Unhappily exchang'd. 

Sai. Valiant Bandeets farewell look to your charge. 

3. Ban. With as much care as we would strive to keep 
Jewels, whose losse would ruine all our hopes. Ex. Sai. 

3. Ban. Come noble Lady if your birth hath cloth'd 1720 

Honour in higher attributes, forgive 

Our rudenesse, since the child of ignorance. 

Her. Alas ! what ere my birth hath been, I'm now 
A slave to you, and must forget those vain 
Airs of ambitious honour, so I may 
But find civility enough to be 
Protectress of my Virgin honor, all 
My others will most willingly be spar'd. 
Yet they are such that were I known I might 
Perhaps repair these broken fortunes which 1730 



50 LOVES VICTORY. 

Thus makes you run the hazard of the Law. 

1. Ban. We wish this curtain of your fate may be 
Swiftly withdrawn, till then, let all our vowes 
Prevent your fears, the rudenesse of our lives 
May be your trouble, but shall never grow 
To a disease more dangerous. 

Her. I live in hopes to gain ability 
Of an extent so large as recompence. Ex. om. 

Enter three Blades, Buff, and Gudgeon drunk, Drawers 

with Wine. 1740 

1. Bla. Stand up brother come, our brains are not warm 

enough yet fill out here noble brother. 

Buf. Thanks brother Collonel I will pledge thee were 

it a Tub full and pay for't too here's gold enough. 

2. Bla. Here a health to my Lord Arratus. 

Buf. Come to my JSTunckel there lies my hat. 

3. Bla. Here Gudgeon, thou must have it too. 
Gud. I ha more already then I can carry upright. 

1. Bla. Round with another health here 

To my brother Buffonies Lady. 1750 
Bujf. That's the two yong Grentlewomen of the house 

These be Gallants Gudgeon sons of fame. 

Gud. She blew them from her breech. 

2. Blad. House more Wine here, where be these 

Vermin? (Brother, 

Buf. What will they not hear? let's break down the doors 

Or fire the house nay I am valiant too. 

KnocTcs, a Wench looks out a the window. 

Wen. Why, what d'eemean there Gentlemen to beat my 
mothers doors down? 1760 

Buf. Some Wine and Wenches you Cockatrice. 

Wen. You have too much already Sir, to sleep 

1. Bla. Why you harpy, doest think we'l be confin'd to 



LOVES VICTORY. 51 

the Lobby. 

Wen. You will have the greater benefit of the air Sir. 

2. Bla. Swounds we'l not be bafl'd thus. 

Buf. No that we will not brothsr, I feel the spirit of "Wine 
in my brains, and will not be bafl'd. 

1. Bla. We'l scale your windows you Whores. 

Buf. Brother let's brother Collonel 1770 

He in first. 

2. Bla. We will not put you on a matter of such dan- 
ger Sir. 

Bujf. Danger I scorn the word I fear it not 

brother, He do it I and my valiant sword-bearer. 

Oud. He not creep in at windows, not I, amongst Whores 
to have my eyes scratch't out not I. 

Buff. How not venter? why thou wilt not turn 

coward and fear scratching? • shall not be said but 

we Countrey boys are as valiant as the best of them. 1780 

3. Bla. But the window is narrow, and will spoil your 
new suit. 

Buff. Come, come prepare help me and He 

put them off. 

2. Bla. Valiant brother, thou shall have the honour to 
enter first. 

Buff. I and my squire will enter this inchanted Castle, 
And relieve the imprison'd Ladies. 
Gudgeon let's untrusse and prepare for the combate. 

1. Bla. He help my brother whilst you prepare Gudgeon. 1790 
N'ow for the boots. 

Buff. My foot is at thy service noble brother, 
IvTay off with my breeches too I have drawers on. 

2. Bla. Hast thou drawers too Gudgeon? 

Gud. I; but I had as leave a been hang'd as ha come 
to this. 



62 LOVES VICTORY. 

Buf. Come now, your helping hands, He scale the wals. 
Attendant be at hand with my weapon. 

1. Bla. We'l second thee immediately venturous brother. 
Come Gudgeon follow thy Master. 1800 

Put them in at the window. Outcries within. 

Buf, Oh oh — - — - help us brother Collonel, 

Draw up thy forces. 

1. Bla. The conflict is begun we'l leave them to the 

mercy of the Wenches, and now the guls are uncas't make 
use of their feathers here's a prize lads. 

2. Blad. The Golden fleece was but stinking sheep- 
skin to't. 

3. Blad. Come let's be gone, the Bloud-hounds will 

pursue. Ex. cm. 1810 

Enter Creon and Lewcippus. 

Ore. Pox on the slaves they're gone. 

Lew. This Devill Lust hath undone us. 

Ore. Tis no now time to dispute it ; 
Let's rather bethink our selves of some course 
To preserve our credit with his unkle. 

Lew. There's it, and I am deceived, if I have not found it 
out ; thou knowest the opinion he hath of his valour : I 
will home, and possesse him that he privately withdrew as 

we fear to fight, and that thou wert in quest of him whilst I 1820 
come to inform his doting Lordship. 

Ore. Blessed be thy pregnant brain. 
Be gone and thrive, I will return upon my cue. Ex. am. 

Enter Buffonie and Gudgeon in their shirts hath 

hloudy, wenches following. 

Baw. Out of my doors you Rogues. 

Buf. Good reverend Matron we heartily repent 

Gudgeon our clothes what's become of our brother Collo- 
nel, and the rest of the Blades ? 



LOVES VICTORY. 53 

1. Wen. Faith even sheathed in your scabards by this 1830 
time, you ignorant Rogues to come to abuse a civill house 
and to be couzen'd of your clothes. 

Gud. Oh we shall die with cold, 

Buf. Good Gentlwomen give us some slender gar- 
ments, my Nunckel shall give satisfaction Oh Gud- 
geon my Hat and all my fine Ribbons, and my Sword • 

all's gone. 

Gud. I woot we had our old ones here. 

1. Wen. But faith tis pity to turn them off thus. 

The puppies will catch the pip have you no old breeches ? 1840 

Baw. By my fay nothing that belongs to man, but an old 
armour that a beggerly Souldier pawn'd and that He fetch. 

2. Wen. And He lend the page an old petticoat and wast- 
coat. Bring forth an Armour and clothes. 

Buf. We shall be bound to pray for you. 

1. Wen. Go arme the Knight whist I prepare the Lady of 
the lake. 

Put the Armor on Buffonie, the petticoat and wastcoat on 

Gud. 

Gud. I doubt we shall not passe the street for the Scoun- 1850 
drell boyes. 

Buf. Put it on Gudgeon, and be thankfull. 
Any thing to hide thy nakednesse, good Gudgeon. 

Gud. I have played maid Marrian ere now. 

1. Wen. So now you are provided, my honour'd Don 
Buf. We kindly thank your good Ladyships, we shall 

be bound to pray for you tis not so cold as 'twas. 

2. Wen. Gome, march my valiant Hector. 

1. Wen. N'ay faith here is each of them a nold pair of 
slippers too. 1860 

Buf. Good-be-wy my honourable young Ladies. 

Ex. Buf. and Gud. 



54 LOVES VICTORY. 

Baw. So now let's in and share, Ex. om. 

Enter Arratus, Carlo, Theocrine, and Lewcippus. 

Arr. I wonder at this when saw you him last? 

Lew. Some three hours since, when leaving him at a Play, 
whilst we went to dispatch some businesse in the City, at our 
return we mist him I perceiv'd some difference be- 
twixt him and a blade oth' town, snd doubt the sword hath 
disputed it. 1870 

Car. Tis most like that's it, he is resolute. 

The. Must I then be so unhappy when I first began to che- 
rish love to lose its wisht for object? 

Arr. Grieve not Lady I hope all is well. 

The. I doubt his valour will betray him to 
Some desperate quarrell, in whose fury all 
My hopes of him may perish. 

Car. I will go send my servants abroad. 
We cannot be too carefull of his safety. 

Arr. Trouble not your self Sir I have took 1880 

order. 

Enter Buff, and Gud. 

Buf. Ah ah ready to die with cold. 

Arr. What have we here? a prologue to the mask of 
Witches ? 

Car. Some intended sport without question. 
Which now will come out of season. 

Buf. Ha ! forgot me I^unckel I am your poor 

kinsman. 

Arr. Thou art my shame, and mak'st me grieve that ever 1890 
I entertain'd a thought of raising thee 
So much beyond the pitch of thy deserts. 

The. Let not your anger Sir 
Add waights to his unhappinesse. 

Arr. Sure she is bewitcht you are a moving advocate. 



LOVES VICTORY. 65 

But so it render him not lost wifMn 
The place he did in your affections hold, 
I shall be easily wrought to pardon him. 

The. That were a love too much depending on 
The accidents of fortune to be thought 1900 

Worthy of him I on this Armor look 

As spoiles got from some conquer'd enemy, 

His garments lost by stealth, not from him took 

By any force of man. 

Buf. She is in the right Nunckel, my brother Collonel 
stole them, whilst my squire and I scal'd the wals. 

The. I thought 'twas some such desperate attempt; 
Let me disarme thee love, and see thy wounds. 

Car. Rare Artists! this Philter works wonders. 

Arr. He hath met with some cheat for Knights, 1910 

And the nails of whores for steel. 

The. Let me wipe off the bloud, and thy poor ser- 
vants too. 

Gud. I will not trouble you Mistris, I use to heal such 
sleight wounds as this by washing them in mine own 
water. 

Buf. I had rather go in out of the cold. 

Arr. Thou makest me blush unmanner'd fool: 
Why doest not with more thankfulnesse imbrace 

The tender of her love? Lewcippus have them 1920 

In, and see them once more cloth'd. 

I can impute as much to youths irregularity 

As others can : but if he leave not this, 

My hate may ruine what my love hath built. 

The. I hope your wisdom Sir will look on this 
But as an errour, which correcting age 
May easily reform. 

Car. This is an ill sign I doubt he will spend all. 



56 LOVES VICTORY. 

Arr. I siiall do much for your sake Lady. 

Let's in and see him, though 'twere amiss, 1930 

To make him mend, it is to laugh at this. Ex. om. 



ACTUS QUARTUS. 
Scena Secunda. 
Enter the King in a night gown, two Pages with lights, 
one hearing uhe 'picture of Heroina, the other of 
Eurione, set down the light and pictures, 
and ex. Pages. 
Kin. Yy Ee gone, and let me gaze my self to marhle here. 
l-'Oh I have lost the quiet of my soul. 
All peaeefull harmony. My eyes have suckt 1940 

A subtill poison, and disperst it through 
My souls oreflowing rivolet. Oh Heroina 
I have defil'd those noble thoughts in which 
I should have eloth'd the memory of this 

Fain would I smoother this proud flame 

But vainly strive 

It hath lay'd hold on reasons battlements. 

This is Heroina's Looks on her picture. 

The same whose fair Idea untill now, 

I only entertain'd within my thoughts 1950 

And must I let this glorious angell flie 

From the polluted temple? I must 

Here lies a spell that charmes me Oopens Eurione's picture. 

What did I say 

Pardon thou fair commandresse of my soul, 

I did blaspheme this sacred beauty is 

Fit for loves highest Altar, where my heart 

If sacrific'd dies in Enthean fire, 

Pure as the Elements, when quintessenc't 



LOVES VICTORY. 67 

Into perfection shall communicate 1960 

To bodies glorified 

These bloudlesse shadows hold no symmetry 



In their proportion, this interior orb 
Sits like a smaller Planet near the Sun. 

I should not thus sharpen a Scorpions sting, 

If not already Basilisk'd to death. 

But I like Atlas vainly struggle to 

O'rethrow a world of fancy I'm resolv'd. 

Enochs, enter Page, takes him a Letter, 
Convey this speedily to Oroandes. 1970 

The cure is dangerous, but where the sharp disease 
Breaths nought but desperation, 'tis in vain 
Through reasons Limbeck to extract our thoughts. 
Mufl'd in clouds of sin and shame I go 

To grope for light, or sink in endlesse wo. Ex. King. 

Enter Vanlore leading in Theocrine. 

The. Be not too confident my Vanlore, 
They're desperate gamesters 

That throw their whole stock at one trembling cast. 
If in this mornings progresse we are maskt, 1980 

Time ne'r will lend a beam to light us forth 

Of sorrows subtill labyrinth should thy plot 

Crampt with prevention halt behind thy hopes, 

And I be marryed to this wretch we may 

Go then aside, and sacrifice our tears. 

Our fruitlesse tears unto those Gods for whom 

We have prepared our holy vowes but never 

Must meet in warm imbraces. 

Van. Do not doubt 

The powerfull influence of our stars should what 1990 

I have prepar'd to combate their design, 

Be by some sullen spie betrayed, I have 



58 LOVES VICTORY. 

Fitted a friend ordain'd for action in 

This Comick Scene, whose sword hath glister'd 'mongst 

A throng of braver enemies then they; 

By whose assistance, if they durst oppose, 

He cut the cordage of that hand although 

Before the Altar, that layes hold on thee. 

The. I would not have that silver feather'd dove, 
On whose pure wings we first rais'd our affection, 2000 

Her yet immaculate pinnions dip in bloud. 

Van. Yet must we not 
Tamely let Vultures prey upon our hearts. 

I hear thy Father, Ceugh within. 

And must betake my self to canting. 

Enter Carlo, servant leading him. 

Car. Oh oh oh ! 

Help me good Doctor: 

Oh this tormenting Gout, my joints are rack'd. 

Van. Marke you Mounsieur — you must be — paesant till 2010 
my me-di-cine can operate. 

Car. Oh I can hold no longer, set me down softly Geafery. 

Van. And lay up de leg Sh-free 

Here on de Cushoone so no, easie now. 

Car. I^ot much not much how now girl? 

Hast thou sent to invite thy ghests? 

The. I have Sir, but doubt your want of health will much 
obstruct their mirth. 

Car. We'l have the fewer girl, 'twill save charges. 
I do not like these costly feasts, 2020 

They but undo young couples Oh my joints ! 

Doctor, we shall have your company. 

Van. Me be very sorry, me cannot be your servant, 
But de number of de patients dat call upon me. 

The. "We shall excuse you Sir, but could your time permit, 



LOVES VICTORY. 69 

you should be rang'd with the best of our friends. 

Van. Me humbly thank you Madam. 

The. We will be free, though my husband be not 
Courtly. 

Car. N^ot Courtly saist, marry the better wench, it puts 2030 
me in hope I shall not live to see thee want, the swaggering 
Gallant goes out like a snuff, when the constant house- 
keeper gives the best light at last Oh ^oh oh ! my pain 

is intolerable 

I would not have him hearken to this paltry poetry, nor 
visit harlotry playhouses. Let his imployments be to read 

the Statutes. oh 'twill do him good the knavery 

of a Lawyer, or the cunning of a Bankrout shall never 
undo him. 

Van. And tose as I have heard be diseases Epidemical — but 2040 
be de law de speciall antidote. 

Car. 'Tis our last refuge, but in these parts not thorough- 
ly prosecuted, I have now at the least fifty suits depending, 
and many of them I know to be poor rascals and not able to 

pay oh now now And yet I can have no further re- 

compence then throwing them in Gaole Oh my 

knee ! where they shall lie till they rot, if they pay 

not. 

Enter a servant. 

Ser. Some Tradesmen Mris. Theocrine 2050 

Desire to speak with you. Ex. The. 

Car. Do not buy thy garments too gaudy. 
Gold is better in thy purse then on thy back. 
Take example by thy aged father, Theocrine. 
Oh now it tugs again now now! 

Van. Be of good comfort, it is but de acerbity of de 

humor I will to my poison mixers, and prepare de 

richest ingredients. 



60 LOVES VICTORY. 

Car. I think an ointment of good Foot oyl were good, 
It is cheap and easily got, I would not 2060 

Be at too much charges lead me in 

Geofry oh ! farewell good Doctor oh ! 

This double charges will undo me. 

Van. Thou ne'er wilt he so happy, wretched Miser, 
To have that file polish thy cankerd soul. 
The generous spirits punishment would be 
To thee the effects of mercy. Is Theocrine, 
My virtuous Theocrine, descended from 
So vile a Father? Sure her Mother was 

Some Angell clothed in flesh, that could not be 2070 

Corrupted with th' afiinity of vice; 
Else had the rudenesse of his nature planted 
Some thomes within that Paradise, w'hich now 
The amorous Myrtles tender branches dresse 
In such soft lovely robes, her passions are 
Sharpn'd with anger, but like thornes plac't 
To guard those roses Virgin modesty. 
'Nov can pale fear in her more refuge seek. 
Then to improve the Lillies on her cheek. 

Enter Theocrine. 2080 

The. Come follow me Vanlore, 

I have prepar'd thy habit let's hasten. Ex. om. 

Enter Buff. Grodg. Creon, Lewcip. 

Ore. Fie, fie! 
ISTot ready yet, and to be a Bridegroom ere break of day? 

Buf. I cannot tie my bond-strings. 

Lew. Assist him Gudgeon S-death! what doest gape for? 

G^id. Cham't thorowly awak'd yet, chad rather 
Be at whome again, a keeping of Sheep, 

There chad time to fetch out my full sleep, 2090 

Here cham tottered up all hours of the nig'ht. 



LOVES VICTORY. 61 

Ore. Why, thou doest not grumble Rascall, give me 

come, pox on thy gouty fingers, they are fitter to tie 
sacks 

Gud. 'Tis no matter for your frumps: 
Chon't be thus abused long, chill get me home, and be a 
paultry Servingman no longer, to lick trenchers and live 
upon scraps. 

Lew. Why, how now slave, wert thou ever thus fine 
before? 2100 

Gud. Yes in a pranked suit, 'tis much credit sure, e'n as 
much as the slit in our hawked Bullocks ear, or a mark in 
the side of a Sheep. 

Buff. Come Tutor, now come help me trusse my points, 
Chwas never thus troubled with harnessing my self before, 
and this be the fruit of marriage, I will marry no more yet 
in hast. If my Nunckel had been a man as other men be, he 
might ha marryed her his self, and ha saved me this labour, 
but no matter Gudgeon, we'l have about at trull-me-dems 
when the Parson hath done. 2110 

Enter Arratus. 

Arr. I to my grief have heard all this. 
Unmaner'd slave ! are these the fruits of all 
My ill bestowed expenses? I see it lies not 
I'th power of art to polish thee, I have 
Eansack'd the City for the choiest wits, 
They rackt invention to improve thy knowledge, 
And yet thou still remainst a senslesse block. 

Pox on your ugly looks you sleepish clown. 

Pull up thy spirits or by heaven Kicks him. 2120 

Gud. Master, give the testy old fool a clowt o'th ear. 

Arr. What, art thou barking connsell to him? 
Kever were there such a couple of whelps 
Harl'd together, hell take you both for muddy slaves; 



62 LOVES VICTORY. 

He rather leave my revenues in the wals of a Hospitall. 
Or build Temples for the next Faction to pull down, 
Then bestow it on such a puppy. 

Ore. 'Twill become your discretion, Sir, to smother 
Your anger for the present, let this dayes 

Businesse be past over ere you nourish the flame; 2130 

Then if you see no reformation, we shall not 
Counsell to ought your judgment approves not of. 

Lew. Should you so untimely withdraw your love, 
His disgrace would reflect on your reputation. 

Arr. You shall prevail for this once, come Sirrah 

See thy behaviour redeem thy credit 

Or thou art lost 

Oud. Lost ! hey 'tis no matter and we were 

Both lost, so we could find some of our old 

Mates again Ich can't abide these Courtnowles. Ex. om. 2140 

Enter Zanna. leading Glori. Oroandes Eurione. 

Zan. Must we part here? 

Glo. Yes there are some ceremonies yet to come 
Ere you enter farther 

Oro. To morrow night 

"No Cherubin will guard the gates that lead • 
Unto our blisful thrones, these Ivory temples 
Will dedicated both to Janus stand 
Open in all the Civill wars of love. 

Eur. How Oroandes thou art wanton friend, 2150 

We are yet cloth'd in thoughts as pure and white 
As new created Vestals, such discourse 

Will not be harmony when fetter'd in 

Your bridall beds, we willing captives lie. 

Oro. 'Not discord my Eurione the modest blush 

Corals the Virgin cheek no longer then 

The trecherous light betrayes her to the view 



LOVES VICTORY. 63 

Of the delighted Paranymplis. 

The curtain'd bed presents unknown delights 

Cloth'd in unpractic't nature, which improv'd 2160 

By loves assimilating virtue warmes 

The unform'd embryo into full blovni joy. 

Eur. What shall I call this, experimental or imaginary? 

Oro. Thy virtue best knows what 

Glo. I see my Lord the active wars afford 
Sometime to melt in passive thoughts, your steel 
Soft love may polish to a looking glasse. 

Eur. Yes, and work the waving plume into a fan. 

Glo. The stubborn helmet into lawn, and strew 
Bodkins and pins for rapiers round their beds. 2170 

Zan. Why, Ladies though we have been 

Immui*'d in steel, we are no Cyclopes yet, 

Our joints are supple, though not weak as those 

Whose knees are oftner to his Mistris bowed 

Then to his God, who measures out his life 

In wanton Galliards, and a fidlestick 

Knows better how to handle then a sword, 

N'o stand of pikes their bristled squadrons place 

About our chins, nor are our lips hedg'd in 

With quickset beards which thatch a Scythians face. 2180 

The Souldier when he'th steVd his bowels in 

The bloud, and sweat of enemies, is then 

Most fit to kisse the balmy lips of peace; 

His fresh and lusty appetite digests 

What glutted Courtiers surfet on, and makes 

They labour his refreshing exercise. 

Glo. We cannot doubt the softnesse your limbs, 
As long as flints will break on feather beds. 

Zan. Thy active wit my Glorianda sports 
In our rude fancies deserts. n 2190 



64 LOVES VICTORY. 

Oro. Let lier freind, to morrow miglit she must 
Impal'd within the narrow circle of 
Thy armes he harr'd that liherty, and then 
Her world of Virgin thoughts will all conclude 
In the possession of Elyzium, 
Her Lillies and thy Lawrell both will be 
Oretopt by Cupids Myrtles. The Phoenix 
And warlike Eagle to a wildernesse 
Untrod by fancies future steps may flie, 

Wihilst Venus Doves are harbour'd in your brests. 2200 

Enter a Page. 

Pag. My Lord 

Oro. To me ! thy businesse. Gives him a Letter. 

From his Majesty. 

It nought contains but what must be obeyed. 

Pag. 1 shall return that answer Sir. Ex. Pag. 

Oro. They must not see this, it may contain 
News that may ruffle all their calm delights. 

Eur. What was this fellowes businesse Oroandes'i 

Oro. The King hath sent for me. Go virgin friends, 2210 
This night lie shivering in your native ice, 
The blooming spring approaches, which must change 

Your snow to beds of roses goodnight 

Blest Angels clasp their wings above your beds. Ex. Oro. 

Zan. Come He only wait you to your Chamber door, 

And there leave my best wishes to attend you further. 

Ex. severally. 
Enter the Priest of Hymen, two Maids leading Buffonie, Creon 
and Lewcippus leading Theocrine, Carlo horn in a 

chair, Arratus with lights and attendants. 2220 

Car. Carry me gently oh that my pain should so vex 

me at this good time! 

Being come to the middle of the Stage, the candles hegin to 



LOVES VICTORY. 65 

wax out, flashes of light within the curtain, Vanlore 

in manner of a ghost appears, and suddenly 

draws hack within the curtain. 

Pri. What prodigies are these? ( Arr. ) The light appears 

again. 

Car. It is some spectrum. (Buf. ) I hope the Devill wo' 

not forbid the banes. 2230 

He appears again, at which the hearers letting fall Carlo's 

chair, run hastily forth all hut Carlo, who lies 

sprawling on the ground, to him enters 

one disguized in a dreadfull shape 

representing the Devill. 

Dev. Prepare prepare 

I come to bear 
Thy body where 
No eye shall ere 
Behold thee more, but those that share 2240 

With thee in everlasting care. 

Car. Oh ! Oh ! I cannot rise, 

Some good body save me from the spirit. 

Dev. Come come away, 

Hell hates delay, 
I sent the day. 
And dare not stay, 
Lest light by ugly form betray, 
Ghosts may not see what mortals may. 

Theocrine ahove. 2250 
Be gone foul fiend, there are some saving drops 
Of mercy yet hang over him and stops 
Thy eager hast. 
Dev. Oh do not wast 

Thy time i'th' air, heaven his eternall doom 
Hath seal'd with Orphanes bloud, but will no room 



66 LOVES VICTORY. 

Eor sucli dam'd souls admit, 

Thou art call'd up to sit 
Circl'd witli glory 'mongst the blisful thrones, 
But he cast down, down, where in hollow groans 2260 

His sins shall still complain. 
The. Tears will wash off their stain, 

There needs no flames to purge them Live live then 

But only to repent on earth which when 

Perform'd, come rest with me. 
Car. Where art ? oh let me see. 

The. That is not in my power to grant to thin 

Unbodied aire I am resolv'd, which in 

This region only hovers 

Till time and fate discovers 2270 

What will become of thee. (Dev.) What but to go 
Wi h me where flouds of flaming sulphur flow, 

Through dark and souty caves. 

Where endlesse madnesse raves, 
Where living flame in everlasting night 
Still dying burns, but burning gives no light ? 

The busie Furies there 

His restlesse bed prepare 
Of molten gold spread o're with burning flakes, 
Curtain'd with horror, and begirt with Snakes. 2280 

Then cease, and hast unto 

Those white souls that have flew 
Above my reach^ which I have only power 
To envy not to hurt. ( The. ) But can the hour 

ISTot be a while prolong'd? 
Dev. Then destiny were wrong'd. 

Shaking his chains he runs towards him, at which enter 
the Priest in his pontiflcall ornaments, as he 



LOVES VICTORY. 67 

begins to read, the Devill roaring runs 

forth. 2290 

Pri. I thought thou durst not stand to encounter with 
So brave an enemy as this. 

A noise within, at which Carlo rising runs halting forth. 

Ex. Priest. 
Enter Vanlore, Theocrine, and two Bandeets. 

Van. They're gone and too much frighted to re- 
turn in hast. 

The. Our plot hath equall to our wishes thriv'd. 

Van. I am indebted brave Bandeets to you, 

But will requite it in the like attempt 2300 

When ere occasion shall require my aid. 

1. Ban. We are so much your creatures Sir, that tis 
The child of duty, when our gratitude 
Offers all service to so loved a master. 

Van. Time will admit but small commerce of words. 
My actions still shall speak me yours 

The. Dear Vanlore let's be gone; 
They will pursue as soon as they've collected 
Their yet unrallied spirits. 

Van. Thou art the loadstone Theocrine, by whose 2310 

Attractive power the Compasse of my thoughts 
Directed by thy wit, their ISTeedle, steers 
My almost Shipwrackt hopes, into a safe 

And quiet harbor of content. Ex. om. 

Enter Oroandes alone reading a note, 

Oro. The hour five the place the plain beneath the 

Hermits rock. 

I have not mist in either circumstance, 

Unlesse my haste anticipated time it yet is not full five 

The morning hath not lost her virgin blush 2320 

N'or step, but mine soild the earths tinsel'd robe. 



68 LOVES VICTORY. 

How full of heaven this solitude appears, 

This healthful comfort of the happy swain, 
Who from his hard, but peacefull bed rous'd up 
In's morning exercise saluted is 
By a full quire of feather'd Choristers 
Wedding their notes to the inamour'd air. 

Here I^ature in her unaffected dresse, 
Plaited with vallies and imbost with hils, 

Enchac't with silver streams, and fring'd with woods, 2330 

Sits lovely in her native russet, whilst 
Lame Art to hide her known deformitie 
With painting surfets each discerning eie. 

Enter the King disguized. 

Oro. 'Tis he, but strangely chang'd. 

Kin Oroandes, you're now a loyal Subject. 

Oro. All my ambition ne'r flew higher Sir, 
Then in that region of your thoughts to thrive. 

Kin. There it was grown to full maturity 
Ere thou wrotest man, my Oroandes, but I must 2340 

Like wanton Nero either ruine all 
The glorious structure of thy hopes, or live 
Imprison'd in thy loyalty, thy life 
Till now my strongest fortresse is become 
The fatall engine of my ruine. 

Oro. Heaven what have I done to merit this? 

Kin. l^othing but been too virtuous, and by that 
Center'd affections, which I must remove 
Or shake thee into Chaos. 

Oro. This language blasts me, sure I have no sin 2350 

Ponderous enough to boy your vengeance up 
Unto this dangerous height. Did I but think 
One Viper lodg'd in my remotest thought, 
I'd tear each fiber of my heart to find 



LOVES VICTORY. 69 

The monster forth, and in my blond imbalm'd 

Throw it as far as lifes short span can reach. 

But heaven my witnesse is, no flame of zeal 

But hath been yours i'th second magnitude. 

My vowes of kin to those I paid the gods, 

My prayers, but love, and duty, fir'd into 2360 

A holy Calenture. Yet if all this 

Like a small Stars kind influence govem'd by 

A regall Planets crosse aspects, must drop 

Its fading beams into that house of death 

Your fierce destructive anger, let me shew 

The latitude of my obedience, in 

Dying at the command of him for whom 

I only wish to live. Did all my friends 

Look on the object through their tears, the ghost 

Of my dead Mother, capable of grief 2370 

As of eternity, and yet clothed in 

Humanities most frail affections, all 

Those rivolets of sorrow should not wash 

The sanguin stain of my resolves, so they 

If executed could procure a calm 

In this high tempest of your soul. 

Kin. Thy virtue fathomes not my depth of guilt. 
Such a prevention of my anger would 
Only exchange the active passion for 

Sorrow as insupportable; those characters 2380 

Which must unfold the sables of my soul 
Are in dark Hieroglyphicks hid, through which 
Thy strength of judgment cannot pierce. 

Oro. You speak in misty wonders, Sir, such as lead 
My appreihension into wilde Meanders. 

Kin. This will unriddle all our doubts draw. 

Oro. Against my Soveraign ! an act so wicked would 



70 LOVES VICTORY. 

Retort the guilty steel into my breast. 

Fear never yet marbled a cowards bloud 

More then obedience mine, that breath hath lockt 2390 

In ice the panting channels of my heart, 

No spirits dare from their cold center move. 

Kin. Will you deny w^hen I command? 

Oro. Pardon me royall Sir; had such a voice 
Legitimated my attempts, I had 
i^ot paus'd at the incounter of a danger 
Horrid as all the wars oth' elements, 
Wlien ruffl'd into stormes could present; 
I would bestride a cloud with lightning charg'd, 
In's full carreer affront a thunderboult, 2400 

Leap through the clefts of earthquakes, or attempt 
To prop the ruins of a falling rock, 
Yet count all this my happinesse, so I 
Met death in the white robes of loyalty. 
But to encounter such a ghastly foe 
In the black shadow of Rebellion, shakes 
The strongest pillars of my soul. You are my King, 

My King whose frowns should be 

More dreadfull to me, then oraculous truths 

When threatning sudden ruine; your sacred person 2410 

Is circl'd with divinity, which without reverence 

To touch is sacriledge, to look on sin 

Unlesse each glance is usher'd with a prayer. 

Kings are but living temples, wherein is 

As in the Nations center, the chief seat 

Of their protecting God, and shall I then 

Pollute my hands in bloud, whose every drop 

Would swell my Countreys tears into a floud? 

Kin. Are my attempts priz'd at so cheap a rate? 
Wears not my sword a danger on its point 2420 



LOVES VICTORY. 71 

As well as thine? draw or I shall conclude 

'Tis fear, not loyalty, that charmes thy hand. 

Oro. This stirs my bloud were you a private man 

That only had his better genius to 

Protect him, though allied to me by all 

The ties of Nature and of friendship, yet 

Being thus far urged, our Swords long since should have 

Made known whose Stars the brighter influence had. 

Kin. I have unfetter'd all those legall bondes draw, 

For thy denying now but sleights my power. 2430 

Oro. Then since the res no evasion, Or. draws. 

Witnesse ye Gods my inocence is wrong'd. 

But gratious Sir Kneels. 

Before I fall or stand, lesse fortunate 

To see you overthrow, oh let me know 

What fate, what cruell fate hath rob'd me of 

The treasures of your love: I never yet 

Sullied my soul with any thought that might 

Deserve your hate, heaven is my faithful witnesse 

I harbour none of you, but such as are 2440 

More full of zeal then those pure orizons, 

"Which martyr'd Saints mix with their dying groans. 

Kin. And must such goodnesse die ! know noble youth, 

I am so far from calling it desert 

In thee, that hath unsheathed my sword, that in 

This midnight storm of fancy, I can shead 

Some drops of pity too, pity to change 

So true a subject for a treacherous ghest. 

I come not rashly to attempt thy life. 

But long have strugl'd with my hot desires, 2450 

Stood fiery trials of temptations, which 

Have sublimated reason till it's grown 

Too volatile to be contain'd within 

My brain, that overheated Crucible. 



12 LOVES VICTORY. 

I am diseas'd, and know no way to healtli 
But through a deluge of thy bloud. 

Oro. There needs not then this storm to break down 

The hayeis that verge the crimson sea this stroke 

Shall open all the sluces of my bloud. 

Kin. Hold — ■- — or else thou rob'st me of my fixt resolves. 2460 

There is a cause 

Commands me die in the attempt, or kill thee. 

Gro. Dear Sir, reveal it 

That ere I fall my penitential tears 

May from that leprous crime expunge my soul. 

Kin. Alas brave youth, thy innocence needs not 
The laver of a tear, thy candid thoughts 
White as the robes of Angels are, but mine 
The dresse of Devils, I that should protect 

Am come to rob my best of subjects, to rob 2470 

Thee of thy dearest treasure; I know thy love 
To fair Eurione inseparable 

As goodnesse from a deity yet must 

Deprive thee of this darling of thy soul. 

Oro. With pardon, royall Sir, I cannot think 
The Cyprian Princesse is so soon forgot, 
With whom compar'd, my poor Eurione 
Though bright to me, to more discerning eyes 
Shine dim as the pale Moon w'hen she lets fall 
Through a dark grove her melancholy beams. 2480 

Kin. Doest thou affect her, yet dispraise a beauty 
That in its orb contracts divinity? 
This prophanation, what had else been sin 

Will render meritorious guard thy self. 

They fight, Antellus wounded. 

Oro. Hah thou bleedest. 

Kin. Oh but too slowly if your wound admits 



LOVES VICTORY. 73 

No otlier medicine, this will neer be balm. 

Fight again, the King wounded. 

Oro. I doubt that thrust 2490 

Kin. It was a gentle one, and hath concluded 
The business that we met for. 
Now we are friends again; friends till death. Fals. 

Oro. Oh do not faint, 
Call up your spirits Sir, there yet is hopes of life. 

Kin. None my vitall powers fail they're heavy leads. 

My eyes are bowing to eternall night. 

My heart beats thick alarmes, yet can rally 

No troops of scattered spirits oh oh ! I faint. 

Oro. And I grow wilde with horror, wilder then 2500 

A flame provoked by angry winds. 

What shall I do ? or whither flie, 

To leave behind me this pursuing guilt? A noise within. 

Kin. Oh oh be gone be gone Oroandes. 

Some company draws neer. 

Mayst thou live long and happy in the imbraces 

Of her, whom I unjustly strove to have. 

My dying wishes waits upon your joyes. 

Oro. Angels attend your latest hour, I go 
From hence, but to my everlasting wo. Ex. Oroandes. 2510. 

Enter four Bandeets. 

1. Ban. S-death! He not loose my share. 

2. Ban. Nor I, by heaven, althougih I search 
For what's my own through my opposers bloud. 

3. Ban. Swounds ! what d'ee quarrel for trifles ? 
Pox on you for covetous Rascals, take all mine. 

4. Ban. And mine too, so you will be content. 

1. Ban. Another prize, the spoil of this will reconcile us, 

2. Ban. He bleeds Sh-ho he stirs not, let's strip 

him. 2520 



74 LOVI^S VICTOTtY, 

3, Ban There's life in him let's bear him off. 

I have heard the captive Lady speak of a pretious Cordial 
she hath, if it recover him, his ransome may be better worth 
then these gaudy clothes 

4. Ban. Here, lend your hands. 

They lay the body on a Cloke, and ex. 
Enter Buff, and Gudg. 

Buf. Oh Gudgeon we are undone, there is no recovering of 
her what shall I do for another wife? 

Gud. Shall I let her cry Master? 2530 

Bujf. Ah, do good oarefull servant, some of these honest 
people may chance to know of her, aloud good Gudgeon. 

Mounts on a stool. 

Gud. Oh yes oh yes oh yes 

If any man in City Town or Countrey, 

Can tell any tidings of a strayed Lady. 

Enter Arratus and Carlo. 

Arr. What's this? A hobby-horse dance? 

Buff. Oh no Sir good Nunckel be quiet 

My man Gudgeon is only making known my losse. 2540 

Arr. Is this thy grief, unpolisht clown? 

Buff. Why should I cry my self as long as I had a man? 

Arr. Thou art a scandall which will ever stick 
Like a corroding cancer on my name 

Be gone Kicks him. 

Back to thy rustick father, and there spend 

Thy time 'mongst beasts lesse savage then thy self. 

Buff. Why then farewel, a turd for all such Nunekels. 
Come Gudgeon we'l een go home to plow again. 

Gud. Ay, and whistle better tunes than ere we learn'd at 2550 
Court. Ex. Buff, and Gudg. 

Enter a Messenger. 

Car. Oh save me brother, 



LOVES VICTORY. 75 

Here comes the ghost. 

Mess. My Lord Arratus, you are suddenly expected at the 
Court. 

Arr. Why good friends ? what's the matter ? 

Mess The King and my Lord Oroandes are missing. 

Car. How ! lost ! I hope my daughters messenger hath 

not transported them, was it a ghost carryed them away 2560 
friend? speak man I hear them still. 

Mess. I come not to jest Sir, my Lord, are you ready? 

Arr. I will follow thee how am I perplext? 

Come brother I will see you to your Chamber. 

Car. We will not go through the Gallery, 
The place smels of Brimstone. Ex. om. 

Enter Zannazarro, Glorianda, and Eurione. 

Zan. How sad a change is this ! this morning was 
Appointed for more joyfull enterviews. 

Glo. When last nights slumbers rob'd our wakeful hopes 2570 
Of the delitious births of fancy, 'twas 
With fairer promises, else our closed eyes 
Had not been then made floudgates to these tears. 

Poor Eurione, I fain would comfort thee. 

But my own griefs make me a stranger to 

That balmy language, 

Zan. Dear Sister thy passions are too violent, 

The messengers are not yet all retum'd, 

N^or have we spoke with Arratus, some of which 

May happily bring news of them. 2580 

Glo. They may Eurione, stifle thy passions untill then. 
Enter Arratus. 

Zan, My Lord, you either come to share in grief 
With us, or ease ours by some blest discovery. 
You've heard what royal mineral let flie this damp. 

Arr. Our Soveraign's lost. 



76 LOVES VICTORY. 

Glo. Too sad a truth. 

Arr. My largest intelligence lies within the wals of the 
City, and there he hath not been yet heard of. 
Is none with him my Lord? 2590 

Zan. Yes, Oroandes 

Arrr. I will go have the City searcht. 

Eur. That hath already proved a fruitlesse labour. 
Vain as the glimmerings of our hope, they're gone 
Beyond the reach of our industrious care. 
Some cruell fate hath laid an ambush to 
Betray the strength of all our joyes in them. 
Enter a Messenger. 

Zan. Here comes our last of hopes, speak thy successe. 

Mess. ISTot good my Lord, we've traverst all the fields 2600 
That circle lofty Erix, and yet seen 
No chearfull beam of wisht intelligence, 
We left no traveller unaskt, no Cottage lay 
So unfrequented but we found it out. 
And into strict examination took 
Its rustick honour. Yet our journey was 
Oft by the dangerous excursions of 
Troops of Bandeets obstructed, safe from whom 
Our speed not strength convey'd us, all we found 
Worthy to fix an observation, was 2610 

A place beneath the Hermits rock, which stained 
With store of bloud, did by that blush confesse 
So late a guilt, no cloud had since 'twas shed 
Dropt tears enough to wash it off, we searcht, 
The purple grasse, but no vestigia found, 
'Less this may do it, to inform us whence it came. 

Shews a hloudy handJcerchief which they flnde to he the 

Kings. 

Eur. Oh my Prophettique fears! 



LOVES VICTORY. 77 

Zan. Our Sorrows are confirin'd. 2620 

Glo. They are, in bloudy characters. 

Arr. I will go and secure the Cittadel, and cry treason. 

Ex. Arratus. 

Zan. Sorrow outgrowes all my resolves. 

Eur. And my heart rents with this divided grief. 

Zan. This is an act of these untamed Bandeets, 
These plagues of Sicily, but if the force 
Of Syracuse can bay their power, we'l have 
Their heads to build a temple ore his grave. 

The end of the fourth Act. 2630 



ACTUS QUINTUS. 

The King led in hy a Bandeet, Heroina preparing to dresse 

him. 
Kin. T 've now got strength enough to render thanks 

1 Unto the fair preserver of my life. 
"Where is she Sir? 



Her. Here, ready to second my first weak indevours. 

Kin. They then were strengthen'd by some power above 
The common reach of art, my weaknesse else 

Had yet confin'd me to my sickly bed. 2640 

He sits whilst she dresses him. 

Ban. Let me assist you Lady 

Her. Your change of colour argues faintnesse Sir, 

This will recall your spirits Giives him a Cordial. 

D'ee feel no alteration? 

Kin. Yes my spirits stir, as if they would shake off 
The sluggish weight of weaknesse, I am grown 
Active as if the vigorous strength of youth 
And health were wedded in my heart, my bloud 
Runs as it scom'd to be confin'd within 2650 



78 LOVES VICTORY. 

The channels of my veins, yet is allayed 
By th' even temper of my soul. Sure this 
Rare Cordiall was some deities rich gift. 

Her. The fitter to he given to those they love, 
For such you are, else my poor medicines had 
Ne're thus effected miracles. 

Ban. Am I no longer useful here? if not, 
My husinesse cals me hence. 

Kin. Sir I should wrong your curtesie to draw 
You from the front of time, if ought that may 2660 

Concern your self commands you hence. 

Ban. Then I will take my leave. 

Kin. My thanks attend you Sir. Ex. Band. 

Her. How much in every turning of the eie 
Doth he resemhle my heroick love? Aside. 

Kin. You're sad sweet Lady. 

Her. I have a cause, and such a one that did 
You know, your goodnesse would commiserate 
My wretched fortune. 

Kin. Reveal it Lady, I perhaps may he 2670 

Inahled then to give your Cordials hack 
In some such curtesie as may deserve 
To be a thankfull handmaid unto yours. 

Her. I was resolv'd to weep away my time 
In private sorrow, hut discovery can 
N"ot aggravate my woe, besides I may 
Venture to lodge a secret, where I have found 
Such temperate virtues the souls portals bar, 
He only with this question usher in 

My own discovery, Is Sicily your place 2680 

Of birth or not ? 

Kin. It is, and breeding both. 

Her. He not demand what were the Parentage 



LOVES VICTORY. 79 

Where I find virtues plant Nobility, 
Yet would be loath to a Plebeian breast 
To trust what I must now divulge. 

Kin. You may be confident, I am a Grentleman 
As well by birth as education Lady. 

Her. I do presume it Sir, and therefore wish. 
Of all I now remain amongst to be 2690 

Known unto you alone 

You never had relation to the Court? 

Kin. There was my breeding. 

Her. l^eer the person of the King? 

Kin. One of his Bed-chamber, and 'tis no boast 
To say as well belov'd of him as any. 
There being in the opinion of the Court 
A neer resemblance of our looks. 

Her. Then sure my name is not a stranger to you, 
Have you not heard of the Cyprian Princesse? 2700 

Kin. The beauteous Heroina. 

Her. The wretched Heroina, such I'm sure 
Is my condition in my present state. 

Kin. Pardon this child of ignorance, my rude Kneels. 

And unbecoming boldnesse. 

Her. Rise Sir, we are companions yet, 
And hope we shall be, till your royall Master 
Possesse, what was long since intended his; 
By what disaster I was cast upon 

This dreadfull precipice of danger, as 2710 

We are withdrawing He relate, but not 
To tempt a danger stay you longer liere. 

Kin. Your care can have no satisfaction but 
A loyall servants prayers. Ex. om. 

Enter Oroandes and a Surgeon. 

Gro. Not find the body sayst ? g 



80 



LOVES VICTORY. 



8ur. No Sir yet by tlie large effusion of his bloud 

Had a too sad assurance of the place, 

Some Mountaineers have certainly conveyed 

His 'body thence to burial; those bloudy characters 2720 

Are arguments of no lesse ill then death. 

Oro. Then I am lost eternally lost to all 

That bears a shew of goodnesse, heaven, and earth 
Will both strive to forget they ever knew 
A soul deform'd with wickednesse like mine. 

— ■ My feverish sins dry up the dews of mercy 

In their descent, and blast all vertue that 

Approaches neer me, I shall never find 

A Saint in heaven, or Fiend on earth but will, 

As a dire prodigy, created to 2730 

Scatter infection through the world, forsake 

My hated company, as fit to mix 

"With none but the society of Devils. 

Sur. Sir I wish I in ought else could seiwe you. 

Oro. I thank thee friend Ex. Surgeon. 

Heavens 

What an unweildy monster am I grown 

Since by this act swel'd to a regicide — 

On my accursed stars that only lent 

Your influence to light me to damnation, 2740 

Not all my penitential tears will ere 

Wash off the spots from my stain'd soul, this gangren 

Is cur'd by no Lixivium but of bloud. 

My heart is lodg'd within a bed of Snakes 

Such as old fancies arm'd the Furies with. 

Conscience waits on me like the frighting shades 

Of ghosts when gastly messengers of death. 

My thoughts are but the inforc't retreats 

Of tortur'd reason to a troubled fancy. 



LOVES VICTORY. 81 

Hall ! am I surprized 2750 

Enter Surgeon. 

Sur. Sir not by me, I only finding that 
You were much troubled at this accident, 
Am come to lend you my assistance in 
Concealing of your person, untill by 
The mediation of your friends you may 
Open these harsh obstructions of your fate. 

Oro. This is a curtesie I never merited 
Either from heaven, or thee their messenger. 
My hopes are yet not vt^holly ruin'd, I will 2760 

Along with thee, and in some dark disguise 
Expect the clouded raies of better things. 

Ex. Sur. and Oroandes. 
Enter Vanlore, Theocrine, and Bandeets. 

Van. Wow Theocrine I boldly may ingage 
My promise for thy safety, we are past 
All habitable places 

The. Were not thy company my best security, 
This deserts wilde inhabitants would fright 

Me more then all my fathers Scouts, to whom 2770 

Without a blush my innocence would dare 
Disrobe my actions, now I fear no fate 
So sad as the preventing my desires. 

Van. Thou art the joy and comfort of my life; 
More chearfull then the suns society 

To winter starved Scythians; Come my Love 

This bed of Violets courts us to repose. 

!N'ow, now within the circle of my armes 

I grasp a gem, by me more prized then all 

The worlds five zones imbraces, now we live 2780 

I' th' upper sphere of fancy, and spin out 

The evenest threeds of all our mortall web. 



82 LOVES VICTORY. 

These are the sugr'd minutes of our lives, 
The halmy drops that cure the minds sad wounds. 
Since man lost Paradise, he knew no place 
To emblem heaven, hut in a womans face. 

The. Why thou art wanton friend, this is discourse 
For Love that hath not out-grown infancy. 
Ours now is too mature 

Van. I^or ever will, when we are both grown old, 2790 

Thy polisht ivory furrowed o'er with age 
In silver robes on beauties ruines plac't 
Our mutuall wonder still shall last, but I 
Must binde up all the gaudy flowers of love 
In threeds of admiration, no epithites 
Such fragrant virtues separated from 
The generall name of good, can ere again 
Pick out and bind them in due prayses up. 

The I can be well content to hear thee talk 
On any argument, but a lesse pleasing 2800 

Thou couldst not well have taken. 

Enter a Bandeet. 

Ban. S-death! Captain, what d'ee mean? 
This is no place of safety, the wayes are all beset 
With troops of horse, our Scouts beat in from all parts 
Wounded and bloudy, if we all betake not our selves 
To our armes we are lost in an instant. 

The. Oh prithy Vanlore hasten hence. 

Van. I only fear thy safety. Ex. om. 

Enter two Bandeets wounded. 2810 

1. Ban. S-death ! we must be gone. 

2. Ban. Tis not our use to run. 

1. Ban. Pox on't, the oddes is unreasonable. 

2. Ban. Swounds, I think they have horst all the Carters 
in the Countrey, the thick skin'd rogues my Rapier could 



LOVES VICTORY. 83 

hardly pierce them. 

2. Ban- But theirs pierc't us, I have a wound here yawnes 
like a Dragon let's hasten to a Surgeon. 

Enter a Bandeet bleeding and fals. 

3. Ban Hell perish all the slaves, 2820 
I'm kill'd by a rustick dog. 

And what torments me most, fall unreveng'd. 

1. Ban. Poor Brother we would help thee, but want it 
our selves. 

3. Ban. Yet bear me from the villains, and if your time 
Permits, bury me like a Souldier, I was born 
Of noble parentage, but drove by want 
To these unlawfuU courses, and have this, 
This for my punishment One hollowes within. 

2. Ban. Hark Swounds, we shall be surpriz'd 2830 

Here right ere long 

They bear off him that fell, and ex. om. 
Enter Heroina alone. 
Her. What desperate wretches do I live amongst? 
Terror allarums them from every side. 
Their Scouts bring no intelligence but death 
Approaching at their backs, and yet 
They bathe in riot, and with bloudy oathes 
Stab heaven betwixt each word they speak, their prayers 
Are only for damnation, though they breath 2840 

Their souls forth with that fearful wish. 

Enter a Bandeet drunh. 

1. Ban. Dam me A short life and a merry. 

Swounds if we die we die let's be 

Merry whilst we live 

Her. I tremble at this Villains sight. 

Offers to go forth. 
1. Ban. Whether now Doxie S-death ! you 



84 LOVES VICTORY. 

Whore come hither Pox on your squeamish face, 

Lie down or He cut thy throat. 2850 

Her. You will not offer to abuse me thus. 

1. Ban. Dam me, He do't, and thou wert my sister, 
Thy puling shall not save thee. 

Her. Upon my knees I beg thee not to touch me. 

1. Ban. Thou wilt be heard better lying upon thy back. 

Her. Thou knowest not whom thou injurest; 
I am a Princesse. 

1. Ban. The better, then the boy I beget will be noble 
By the Mothers side Swounds, will you not bend? 

Her. Is none more civill near? 2860 

Enter the King. 

Kin. What villany is this, 

Forbear unhallowed slave. 

Snatches forth the Bandeets sword. 
This weapon shall revenge her if thou durst 
Abuse her with the least uncivil touch. 

Enter two Bandeets. 

1. Ban Swounds, help me here, 
This Rascall hath got my sword. 

2. Ban. Dares the thawed snake to sting? 2870 
Deliver him his sword 

Kin. I will, so you will promise he shall use 
It not to force resistlesse womens honour, 
As late he did attempt this noble Virgins, 
And if by me not timely rescued had 
Made it the prize of his oremastering strength. 

3. Ban. Must you Sir make conditions? 

They hoth draw and lay at Mm. 
Whilst they are fighting, enter Vanlore and Theocrine. 
Van. What is the cause of this? 2880 

Sheath your Swords, that man 



LOVES VICTORY. 85 

That dares proffer another blow, 
Forfeits his life for tribute to my sword. 

Her. This was a timely rescue, and hath by 
The fair redemption of my honour, more 
Then satisfied all those arrears, your life 
Did stand ingag'd in to my usefull art. 

Kin. The brightest stars that inile my fate did light 
Me to the blest imployment, but had all 

Set ere their influence had attain'd its end, 2890 

Had not this Gentlemans assistance lent 
New vigour to their fading beams. 

Her. I must confesse a debt of thanks to him, 
Which if irregular opinion prove 
No enemy to his own safety, shall 

Be suddenly discharg'd You may perceive Sir 

How black a. storm waits on the lives of all 

Your wilde associates, wherefore if you have 

An overswaying power amongst them, chuse 

The now presented opportunity 2900 

To free you from all future fears, which thus 

He light you to, draw up your company. 

And let those persecutors of my honour be 

My convoy to the Court, you'l find a Prince 

To be intreated, when your advocate 

Bears Heroinaes name. Vanlore kneels. 

Van. Pardon me best of women and impute 
My rudenesse, to my ignorance, 
If any service can extenuate 

Crimes of such monstrous growth, our blouds shall pay 2910 

The forfeit of our disobedience, in 
The not performing it. 

Her. Your hopes of safety prompts me to believe. 
Come Sir you shall attend us to the Court. 



86 LOVES VICTORY. 

Kin. I am your vassal Madam, proud to have 
Such a command to usher my desires. Ex. om. 

Enter Oroandes alone in the habit of a Forrester. 

Oro. Not yet not yet at quiet no disguise 

Is dark enough to curtain o'er my guilt, 

Pale as the ghastly looks of men condemn'd 2920 

It sits upon my Conscience. I see there is 

No place affords that soul a safe retreat 

That is pursued by a sharp-sented sin. 

The prosperous murtherer that hath clothed his guilt 

In royall Ermins, all those furs of state 

Cannot preserve from trembling, he looks on 

Dejected wretches, as assasinates. 

And each petition for a ponyard fears. 

Yet these are more secure then I, they may 

Pretend to merit in their wickednesse, 2930 

And call their crimes the cure of sickly states; 

But I am left no refuge, lesse to know 

The depth of horror can no further go. 

Alas poor virtue, all thy white wing'd zeal 

Is wrought into a bed of sables, since 
Leaving thy heavenly dictates I betrayed 
My self unto these sooty gards of hell, 
Whose black inhabitants already call 

Me one of their society; my eyes 

Are grown more killing then the Basilisks, 2940 

And each vein fill'd with poison, since these hands, 
These cursed hands were stained with royal bloud. 

Hah all this is true 

But do I want more desperation yet? 
Are there not fiends enough now waiting on me 
To guide my trembling hand untill it reach 
The center of my life? 



LOVES VICTORY. 87 

Draws a sword from behind the curtain. 
This fatall weapon slew my Prince 

This was his bloud that stains it, 2950 

The bloud that warm'd those browes a crown imbrac't 

Let forth by me t'embalm the earth, and in 

Warm vapors spend the pretious breath of life, 

Which mounting upwards sent perfumes to heaven; 



But now thou must 'be dipt in that which will 

Leave a perpetual rust upon thy steel 

More fretting then a canker. blast all that near it grows, 

And as it cools infect the ambient air 

With blasts more deadly then the steams of hell 

How it pants to come forth! 2960 

Sets the Sword to his breast. 

Hah! something stayes my hand 

My better Angel sure hath left me quite 

How e'er I will not do it. 

Although that every blast of air I draw 

Be more tormenting then the gasps of death 



No, I will live live till disvellop'd guilt 

Makes me a publick spectacle of hate and then 

Fall with my sins about me, when each tongue 

Adds to their ponderous weight a full mouthed curse. 2970 

The subtill spirits, that like lightning flie 

Thorow my bloud, hath yet not suffered me 
To parle with sleep since th' unhappy act, 

I find them something calm'd, and will attempt 

To reconcile them in this gentle shade. 

Lies down, having lain still a while enter two Bandeets. 

1. Ban. We have lost our company. 

2. Ban. No matter, we shall finde the way to Court, 
I fear nothing but how we shall do to live honest. 

1. Ban. The place requires it not, at most 'twill be 2980 



88 LOVES VICTORY. 

Enough to seem so. 

2. Ban. Though we never us'd it much, I doubt not 
But Hypocrisie is an art easily leam'd. 

1. Ban. Come let's hasten, I would willingly see thee 
Between the King and the captive Princesse. 

2. Ban. Her captivity is like to he our redemption. 

1. Bad. If it prove not so, we must dance off the 
Stage in a halter What do they call her name? 

2. Heroina daughter to the Cyprian king, 

Betroth'd to ours a long time since, when he 2990 

Was abroad in his travels. 

1. Ban. 'Twill be a joyful meeting unto them. 

2, Ban. Had we not had ill luck, a Bandeet had been his 

Taster They discover Oroandes. 

How now, what have we here 

So ho what art? 

1. Ban. Tush, some drunk Forrester, let him alone. 

Ex. Bandeets. Oroandes rises. 

Oro. Heroina! A Princesse! 

And carying to the Court by Bandeets ! 3000 

It is the unhappy Lady that was betroth'd 

Unto my murther'd Soveraign lighted on 

In their excursions by these rennegadoes. 

■ Poor Lady I have spoil'd her entertainment there; 

But I will follow them, and with my bloud 

Crimson the sables that must cloud the day. Ex. Oroan. 

Enter Arratus, servants setting forth two thrones, the 

one richly adorned, the other covered in mourning, 

before the hlach throne a table, on which a 

Crown is laid on a mourning cushion, 3010 

before the other throne is plac't 
the picture of the King. 
Arr. Come come see all things in order 



LOVES VICTORY. 89 

The Princesse is at hand fie fie, 

This is an unexpected trouble 

■■ — Away you grosse witted rascall doest not see 

We strive to paint our sorrow in checquer'd work, 
But this 'tis when women sit at the helm of state, 
They square all Court entertainments to the fashion 
Of the last Eomance they heard. 3020 

Shout and acclamations within. 
Hark, they are enter'd the 

Palace, I hear the Cannon 

Go off from the Forts he gone and make way. 

Loud musick. the Lord high Marshall, his white rod 
wreathed in Mack ribbon, next him, the King 
and Vanlore leading Heroina, her train 
born up by Theocrine. 
At the other door (whilst a soft and melancholly musich 
playes within) Zannazarro, Glorianda, and Eurione 3030 
all in mourning; Zannazarro kneels, and 
having hist Heroina's hand is 
raised by her, she sa- 
luting the other 
Ladies. 
Zan. The best of welcomes this sad place affords 
Waits on your Graces entertainment. 

Glo. And we to do what service lies within 

The verge of our indevours 

Her, I thank you both sweet Ladies, and must first 3040 

Imploy your service in declaring what 
These silent emblems of a sorrow mean. 
I have not seen grief in the like disguise, 
The lawrell and the funerall Cypress here 
Have wreathed their ill met branches, and contends 
Whose leaves shall Crown the Syracusian queen. 



90 LOVES VICTORY. 

Zan. Wil't please you ascend your tkrone, and there 
Lend your attention to the saddest story 
That ere did yet Siciliaes Annals blot? 

She ascends the throne. Zannazarro drawes the curtain 3050 
from before it, and discovers the 'picture of the 
King. 

Zan. Behold, great Princesse, 
All but the memory of his living fame 
Of Syracusiaes Monarch. 

She sounds and fals from the throne. 

Olo. Oh help help the Princesse. 

Eur. Madam dear Madam. 

Her. Oh oh God ! 

Arr. Bear her forth, and give her more air. 3060 

Her. Hold I am better here — if any thing 

Revive my spirits, 'twill be this that puts 
Me in the mind of my deceased Lord. 

Unhappy woman, first to know then love, 

Ingage thy faith, yet never to injoy! 

Enter Oroandes in his own habit. 

Her. Why stand you thus amazed? 

Zan. Pardon us Madam had the united dust 

Of some dead friend, whose memorie's near forgot. 

Visited earth in his known shape again, 3070 

Our wonder could not have arrived unto 

A higher pitch 

Let me imbrace thee friend. 

Eur. My dearest Oroandes 



Oro. Stand off yet farther off; 

You know not what you touch, 
You safer far may grapple with a flame, 
Or in his midnights walk affront a fiend 
Arm'd with full vials of destructive wrath. 



LOVES VICTORY. 91 

The graves inhabitants, when folded in 3080 

Corruption, are not more defil'd then I. 

Zan. What tends this language to? 

Oro. Destruction Zannazarro. 

Eur. How hast thou lost thy temper Oroandes? 
Prithee look on me friend, or am I grown 
A stranger to thy knowledge? 

Oro. Leave me Eurione, thou art of kin 
Unto those hallowed Angels that did once 
Attend my actions, and must now with them 
A stanger to thy Oroandes grow. 3090 

Eur. Neglected thus ! Alas where shall I weep ? 

Her. You are to me a stranger Sir, yet in 
Your look I something read that may concern 
Yonr absent Prince, collect those scattered spirits 
Now reaving in confusion, and relate it. 

Oro. I would, but that it hath a sound so full 
Of trembling horror, 'twill unnerve your joints, 

Yet I must do't, no other way can lead 

My soul from out this wildemesse of flesh 

He's murther'd. 3100 

Zan. By whom? 

Oro. This cursed hand; d'ee start? 
I thought 'twould strike the bloud out of your cheeks, 
And make you paler then the act made me. 

'Twas I — 'twas I, that when your blooming hopes 

Chear'd with the sun of Majesty, were grown 

Big with expected favours, did eclipse 

The glorious light in a black cloud of death. 

I cut the heartstrings of the Land, and fed 

The groaning earth with bloud, whose purple had 3110 

Been by an antient stock of ancestors 

Died into royalty. 



92 LOVES VICTORY. 

Van. Ingratefull slave ,wliy are our swords so slow 
■ To execute the villain? 



Eur. Oh hold, believe him not he raves, 

These are the births of a distemper'd brain. 

Oro. Thou hast but injured me Eurione 

In staining their just fury farewel. 

Rest in E izium whilst I roar in hell. Eurione fals. 

Zan. Oh brother, if this be true, thou hast undone 3120 

us all, 

Oro. True do not think 

'Tis any natural distemper that 

Spreads this malignant vapour through my veins. 

Which nought but th' poison of my guilt corrupts. 

ISTo I have done it brother. 

And you are all bound as you love your Prince 

To see't reveng'd with torments, here's a note 

Will when I'm dead direct you where to find him. 

And now I've done my businesse on the earth, 3130 

He give the first stroak to revenge, and here 

Sets the Sword to his hreast. 
Open a passage for your Swords to enter. 

As he is offering to stab himself the King stayes his hand. 

Oro. What bold hand is that ? 

Kin. One that here may claim a priviledge, 

Throwes off his disguize. 

Rise thou mirror of true loyalty, 

ISTe'r higher in our favour. They all Tcneel. 

All. Our gratious Soveraign! 3140 

Welcome oh welcome royall Sir! 

Kin. You are all my much loved Subjects, such in whom 

ISTever was king more blest Madam 

Your presence crovnis our blessings now I stand 

Exalted in the zenith of my fate. 



LOVES VICTORY. 93 

Who would not passe a stormy niglit, to be 
Thus courted by a lovely glorious day? 

You all are sharers in my heart, 

But thou my Love To Heroina. 

The great commandresse of that royall fort. 3150 

Off with these night peec't curtains, no such vail 

Shall cloud the perfect beauty of our joyes. 

Puis ojf the black from the throne. 
Ascend this throne, a place too humble for 
Virtues so near allied to heaven as thine. 

Now you expect the story of my fate 
In Syracuses seeming Widowhood, 
But the full sea of pleasure cannot yet 
Contract its swelling waves, tumultuous joyes 
Cannot be reconcil'd into discourse, 3160 

Till Hymens tapour to possession lights 
Our just desires, that eldest childe of hope. 

I only have a pron ise to perform 

Before you all unto this Gentleman, 
And then will hasten to discharge the Arrears 
I stand ingag'd in to your loyalty. 
Are the Prisoners ready? 

Van They wait at the door Sir. 

Kin. Go fetch them in, thou must my dear 

Ent. 2 Bandeets leading Carlo. 3170 
Meet my first known imbraces, in the seat 
Of long neglected Justice, set forth the Prisoners. 
My Lord read the Indictment 

Reads. Vincentio Carlo, you are here accused of a murther 
committed on a Syracusian Gentleman, his name Vanlore, the 
act done by two Souldiers whom you hired in the Camp at 
the siege of Ardenna: Guilty or not guilty? 

Car. ISTot guilty and please your good Grace, alas I never 



94 LOVES VICTORY. 

knew tlie man, I ! therefore I beseecli your Majesty to be 

good to me, I am a poor ignorant man, and full of grief for 3180 
tlie losse of my only daughter 

Kin. That will be proved an act of your own, Read on. 

Reads. My Lord Arratus, you are here accused to be of 
confederacy with Signior Carlo in the murther of his daugh- 
ter Theocrine. 

Arr. "Who I! why I! who dares? 

Kin. Bandeets lay hold of him, where are the witnesses? 

Enter two officers leading Creon and Lewcippus going lame 
and hound ahout the head. 

Cre. Oh — oh — so weak, I am hardly able to go to the Bar. 3190 

Lew. I doubt we shall find it a harder march 
To the Gallowes, but this I may thank thy villainy for. 

Cre. Thou liest Rascal, thou promptedst me to all. 

Kin. Read their accusations. 

Reads. Creon and Lewcippus, you are here accused for mur- 
thering Vanlore, at the siege of Ardenna, and being accessary to 
the death of Theocrine, daughter to Vincentio Carlo; Guilty or 
not guilty? 

Cre. N"ot guilty my Lord, I confesse I was with this 

villain Lewcippus hir'd to do it, by this wretched Carlo, but 3200 
had no hand in the murther, it was Lewcippus committed it. 

Lew. I hope your Majesty will not believe him, 
For the Varlet is composed of falsehood. 
In the death of Vanlore he was as far forth 
As my self, but for the losse of Theocrine 
We neither of us had any hand in it, 
It was a plot contrived by Carlo, and my Lord 
Arratus, but for what ends we know not. 

Arr. 1 hope my good service to your Majesty 
Hath merited better then to have my reputation 3210 

To be call'd in question by a common Rogue. 



LOVES VICTORY. 95 

I protest I will sue the Rascall for a slander, 

I will slave by mine honour I will. 

— Kin. Swear not my Lord, by what you have abus'd; 

Honour (that venerable title) was 

Slain when to 'th law you forfeited your life, 

Bleeding to death at those unworthy wounds 

Wliieh these low actions to high titles gave. 

Stand all forth, and attend your doom. 

Car. Be merciful oh good my Liege, be merciful. 3220 

Arr. Swounds ! I see I shall be cheated of my head. 

Kin. Your actions merit none, yet since it is 
The best companion of a Judge, we'l in 
Her virgin zone the sword of Justice wear. 

Discover your selves 

Puis ojf the veil from, Theocrine, at which Vanlore 
discovers himself. 
Here are the witnesses, brought to affirm our accusation. 

Car. Oh let me go they are Spirits, 

Ghosts Hobgoblins I will not stay, 3230 

This is some inchanted place. 

1. Ban. N'ay Sir, you are too fast to stir. 

Arr. S-death ! what jugling's this ? 

Vanlore and Theocrine Tcneel to Carlo. 

Van.^ Sir recollect yout spirits and bestow 

A blessing on us, both your children now. 

Car. l!^ay it is no point of my Religion to pray for the 
dead. 

The. Sir we still live, and live to want your prayers. 

Car. I want my money more that these two Rogues have 3240 
Cousened me of, I hope your charity will 
Make them restore it again, I am 
An old man and like to come to want, 



96 LOVES VICTORY. 

And every one hales what he can catch from me. (want; 

Kin. Cursed Miser, the Law will free thee from the fear of 
For though thy damn'd intentions did not wade 

So far as action into guilt thy life 

Is forfeited for the intended sin. 

Vanlore and Theo. kneels. 

The. If we were ever gracious in your eyes, 3250 

Let us beg pardon for him. 

Kin. Their lives are yours, yet justice must not be 
Robb'd of all interest in them, for your sakes 
We'll mitigate their punishments. All Carloes wealth. 
That Devill which did tempt him to this sin. 
Being by the Law made forfeit unto us, 
We with his daughter, the fair Theocrine, 
Wholly bestow on Vanlore. 

Car. Oh I am undone I am undone, 

I had better been hang'd out of the way 3260 
Then to have liv'd to have seen my goods 
Thus gave away before my face. 
Oh that ever I was born ! 

Kin. For Arratus — because he valued wealth 

More than his honour, he shall ever lose 

Those glorious titles, now grown burthensome 

Unto his age, which may betake it self 

To needfull rest, whilst all his places of 

High trust are by the worthier Vanlore managed. 

On whom, as but a just reward unto 3270 

His merits, we bestow them. 

Van. Your Majesty will by your goodnesse teach 
Me future gratitude — 

Arr. And me perhaps repentance when too late. 

Kin. For these two villains, the base instruments 
Unto your guilt, since we desire to have 



LOVES VICTORY. 97 

No bloud defile this dayes solemnity, 

Let them by publick Edict be for ever 

Excluded our Dominions. And now we've sbeatb'd 

The sword of Justice, let me open wide 3280 

The armes of Friendship, unto you that have 

Been masqu'd in this Meander of our fate. 

My debts are great to all, but must remain 

In full arrear, untill my offerings paid 

To sacred Hymen, gives me liberty; 

Whose Altars now we'l all prepare to warm 

With the purest flame that ere Sicilia saw. 

Come Heroina, let's conduct them to 

The Temple, where united hands shall prove 

Our cares are conquer'd by Victorious Love. 



THE EISTD. 



NOTES 



NOTES 



21. rathe-ripe : maturing early. Cf. Milton, Lycidas, 142. 

61-96. This is the only passage of continuous heroic couplets in Love's 
Victory. In the alteration of this drama. Wits Led by the Nose, 1678, 
rhyming couplets are the rule. 

69. pickles : small enclosures. 

74. Satyr : satire. 

77. They read Their, 

80. intend read intend. 

82. Corrosive : corrosive. 

127. These persons also appear in the tragicomedy : "mourners", "Ser- 
jeant", "herald", "Lady", "Surgeon", "Wenches", "Ambassador" , "pris- 
oners", "Taylor", "Hatter", "Shooniaker", "Spurrier", "Tradesmen", 
"Officers", "boys", "Virgins", "Maids", "Bawd", "Fidler", "Bandeets" , 
"Sailers", "Blades", "Drawers", "Servants", "Pages", "Devill", "ghost", 
"bearers", "Messengers", and "Lord high Marshall". 

133. Cleon read Creon. 

142. bonelace sticks, bonelace : lace woven with bobbins originally 
made of bone. The sticks are bobbins. 

145. Placket squires : petticoat gallants. Omit not. 

146. Omit they. 

ISO. bankrouts : bankrupts. 

155. Knight of the golden Image; Don dell Phoebo. Cf. Falstaflf's 
words in 1 Henry IV, I, ii, 16 : "Phoebus ... 'that wandering knight 
so fair'." Rolfe in his note on these words of Falstaff, quoting Steevens, 
says : "That wandering knight, etc. 'An allusion to El Donzel del Febo, 
the "Knight of the Sun," in a Spanish romance translated . . . during the 
age of S[hakespeare]. This illustrious personage was "most excellently 
faire," and a great wanderer'." 

158. cham : 'ch am : ich am : Modern English, I am. ch. is a southern 
unaccented form of Old English ic. 

159. cha : 'ch a : Modem English, I have, a is frequently found in 
Early Modern English for have, singular and plural. 

166. Incubus : an evil spirit, supposed to seek carnal intercourse with 
women. Cf. Chaucer, Wife of Bath's Tale, 880. 

Reginald Scot in his Discoverie of Witchcraft, 1584 (ed. Nicholson), 
says of the incubus : "Indeed your grandam's maids were wont to set a 
bowl of milk before him [incubus] and his cousin, Robin Goodfellow, 
for grinding of malt or mustard, and sweeping the house at midnight." — 
Bk. IV, ch. X, p. 67. Again he tells that "in our childhood our mothers' 
maids have so ... f raid us with . . . Incubus . . . that we are afraid 
of our own shadows."— Bk. VII, ch. xv, p. 122. Scot in his Discourse 
upon Devils and Spirits has this on the incubus : "The Rabbins and, 
namely. Rabbi Abraham, writing upon the second of Genesis, do say 
tha God made the fairies, bugs, Incubus, Robin Goodfellow, and other 
familiar or domestic spirits and devils on the Friday; and being pre- 



102 LOVE'S VICTORY 

vented with the evening of the Sabbath, finished them not, but left them 
unperfect; and that therefore, that ever since they use to fly the holiness 
of the Sabbath, seeking dark holes in mountains and woods, wherein they 
hide themselves till the end of the Sabbath, and then come abroad to 
trouble and molest men." — Ch. xi, p. 425. 

There is a tradition that a branch of the Tweedy family of Scotland 
has descended from an incubus. 

167. fury. €f. 11. 1134-5, 2277-80, 2744-5, also Herrick, His Letanie, 
to the Holy Spirit: 

"When the passing-bell doth tole. 
And the Furies in a shole 
Come to fright a parting soule ; 
Sweet Spirit comfort me !" 
170. Whore. The use of this term by a mother of her son is a striking 
illustration how commonly the word was used without explicit thought 
of its meaning. 

183. Cropshin : a term of disrespect. The word designated herring 
of inferior quality. 

188. devill in Carrion : a malapropism for devil incarnate. 

189. Angels : an old English coin having as its device the archangel 
Michael standing upon and piercing the dragon. The last value of the 
angel recorded in the A'^. E. D. — and that nearest the time of Chamber- 
laine as well — is "6 Edw. VI 10s." 

vitty : fitting, suitable. 

190. supply : substitute. 

207. tont come ofe : it won't come off. 

210. Monster : muster. a vier : afire. 

snipper snappers. This word is a coinage to describe some device 
like the flintlock or the gun as fitted with it in allusion to its quick snap 
or noise. 

223. dossety : teachableness. and : an : if. 

261. You read Yon. 

271. funerals. The plural is used in the sense of our singular. 

294. sables : garments for mourning. 

296. The member introduced by though modifies the clause following 
it. 

302. dormitory : tomb. 

331. The sense is : giving to all. 

337. Omit the. 

423. nia. : manent : remain. 

439. Calentures : ardor. 

514. hop miinday : Hock Monday. "Hoke Monday was for the men, 
and Hock Tuesday for the women. On both days the men and women, 
alternately, with great merriment intercepted the public roads with ropes, 
and pulled passengers to them, from whom they exacted money to be 
laid out in pious uses." — Brand, Antiquities, ed. 1813, "Hoke Day," vol. i, 
p. 161. Gudgeon's remark signifies that the "two cheats" Creon and Lew- 
cippus bind and gag him and Buffonie, and then pick their pockets. 



NOTES 103 

518. Pick. This verb is in the plural, for the subject They is under- 
stood — ^in the two stage directions immediately preceding They is ex- 
pressed. 

527. Bores : boors. 

535. unmerciful read unmerciful. 

536. Marry gip. "In the 16th c, when marry had prob. ce;ased to be 
commonly apprehended as anything more than a mere interjection, the 
sound of the oath By Mary Gipcy (i. e. 'By St. Mary of Egypt') seems 
to have suggested the addition to it of the interjections Gip, Gup." — 
N. E. D. 

544. The surgeon also enters. 

592. ghests : guests. 

615. "Ex. om." occurs at the end of only the second and third of the 
five acts of the drama. 

628. Cro. read Cre. 

Knight of Malta. It is suggestive in this connection to recall the 
Fletcherian tragicomedy of The Knight of Malta, appearing in 1619, a 
play setting forth "contest for honors" and "the ideal of knighthood." 
The quotations are from Dr. F. E. Schelling's Elizabethan Drama, ed. 
1908, vol. ii, pp. 221, 425. 

631. Catch-poles : petty ofiScers of justice. 

639. respectively : with respect. 

642. Levalto's. The 's was a frequent plural sign of singular nouns 
ending with a vowel. 

671-7. Merely the real wars in which Creon said he participated ex- 
tended over more than four-hundred years. 

680. stangely read strangely. 

691. Carlo Buffonie is called Cosmo Buffonie in 1. 215. 

695. Couzen : nephew. The word was used for almost any relation- 
ship. 

704. Gotfer : an old man. a term of address to an old man. 

7Z2. birtch read birth. 

752. The sense is : we sleighting Neptune did begin. 

758. Whil'st read Whilst : also in 1. 766. 

774. amaze : amazement. 

797. Damps : dejection. 

836. Nurst read Nurse 't. 

869. disvellop : unfold. 

896. bnt read but. 

911. shal's. On this form there is this pertinent note in Abbott's 
Shakespearian Grammar : "Us for we in 'shall'j.' 'Shall.' originally 
meaning necessity or obligation, and therefore not denoting an action on 
the part of the subject, was used in the South of England as an imper- 
sonal verb. . . . Hence in Shakespeare 'Say, where shall'j lay him ?' — 
Cymb. IV. 2. 233." 

914. off : of. 

929. born : borne. 

933. yard : stick. 



104 LOVE'S VICTORY 

956. taffaty : taflfeta. 

963. Crispin : a name given to a shoemaker in allusion to St. Crispin, 
a patron saint of shoemakers. 

964. .?. read 3. Tra. 

965. Sir Hue : also Sir Hugh. St. Hugh was a patron saint of 
shoemakers. His bones, it was supposed, were made into shoemakers 
tools. 

"St. Hugh was the patron saint of shoemakers, and his bones were 
supposed to have been made into shoemaker's tools, for which this came 
to be a common term." — Note on "Saint Hugh's bones" in The Shoe- 
maker's Holiday, Thomas Dekker, The Mermaid Series^ edited by Ernest 
Rhys, HI, iii, 51. 
968. Indiaes • allusively a land of fabulous wealth. 
973. square : quarrel. 
991. father-law : father-in-law. 

1061. Miverna read Minerva. 

1070. fo read to. 

1079. mortall : human being. 

1105. Omitting the comma at the end of the line makes the meaning 
dear. 

1120. stoop' t read stoopt. discovery : revelation. 

1140. fond : foolish. 

1154. fool. The word was used as a term of endearment or pity. 

1209. Where's fate read where fate's. 

1266. The Song is without doubt original on the part of Chamberlaine. 

1291. fa jail read fatall. 

1350. exuberate : superabundant. 

1395. my thought : methought. 

1424. sleightly : slightly, sleightingly. 

1428. Vanlore's broken English is not consistent, e. g. de and the, dat 
and that. 

1431. begar is a minced oath equivalent to begad or by God. 

1455. This line is not object of hate but explanatory of hitn in the 
preceding line. 

1485. Basilisks : a fabulous reptile whose hissing drove away all other 
serpents and whose breath and look were fatal. 

1521. Boyes : doubtless bays in the sense of bank as in 1. 2458. The 
possibility however must not be overlooked that Boyes may stand for 
buoys. The word in this sense marks out the channell so far as the 
streams have been restrained by reason, but now the buoys have been 
borne under by the irresistible flood. 

1527. repair. This is the historic present. 

1544. ohedienee read obedience. 

1548. impudence : confidence. 

1563. That for Of conveys the meaning. 

1565. angels read angel. 

1578. Gaily pots : gallipots, small pots for medicines. Ventosses : 
ventoses, cupping-glasses. 



NOTES 105 

1609. encounter. Either this may be regarded a plural verb where the 
subject they (expressed later in the line) is understood, or it may be a 
mistake for the singular verb having for its subject love in the preceding 
line. In either case the sense is the same. 

1679. Woot : vi^ilt thou. Cf. Hamlet. V. i. 298. 299. 
1682. the shaking of the sheets. In Old English Popular Music by 
William Chappell there are these words on Tlie Shaking of the Sheets : 
"This is the other of the two 'very old country dances' given by Sir John 
Hawkins [in his History of Music], as mentioned under the preceding 
tune \Trenchmore] ; and there is the same uncertainty in this case as in 
that of Trenchmore whether the original was a ballad or a dance tune." 
Chappell, Old English Popular Music, ed. Wooldridge, 1893, vol. i, p. 228. 
1689. To these stage directions should be added : leading in Heroina. 
1720. Omit .?. Ban. and the indentation. 
1739. Gndgeon read Gudgeon. 

1764. Lobby : a small place enclosed by hedges or trees. 
1767. brothsr read brother. 
1789. untrusse : undress. 
1795. / : aye, yes. 

1819-20. The sense is : withdrew, as we fear, to fight. 
1846. whist read whilst. 

1854. tnaid Marrian. In the May-day festivity of England a boy or 
young man often dressed in woman's attire. 

1861. Good-be-wy : a form of God be with you or ye. 
1869. snd read and. 
1875. doubt : fear. 
1935. uhe read the. 

1945. smoother : smother. In 1. 2128 the word is spelled with one o. 
1949. Idea : image. 

1958. Entliean : inspired by an indwelling god. 
1973. Limbeck : alembic, or cap of a still. 
2004. Ceugh : cough. 
2030. marry : an interjection. 
2083. Godg. read Gudg. 

2095. frumps : jeers. , 

2109. about read a bout. 

trull-me-deins. "The ladies, gentlewomen, wives and maids, may in 
one of the galleries walk; and if the weather be not agreeable to their 
expectation, they may have in the end of a bench eleven holes made, into 
the which to troll pummets, or bowls of lead, big, little or mean, or also 
of copper, tin, wood, either violent or soft, after their own discretion : 
the pastime trotde-'m-madame is called." — Dr. John Jones, Ancient Baths 
of Buckstone, 1572. 
2124. Harl'd : knotted. 

2140. Coiirtnowles : a contemptuous or familiar name for courtiers. 
2158. Paranymphs : either bridesmaids or groomsmen. 
2163. Qxperimental : experienced. 
2166. Sometime read some time. 



106 LOVE'S VICTORY 

2176. Galliards : lively dances. 

2186. They read Their. 

2187. Read so finesse of. 

2191. friend is used in address. 

2215. wait : accompany. 

2217. severally : separately. 

2229. spectrum : specter. 

2230. banes : banns. 

2272. JVi h read With. 

2273. souty : sooty. 
2276. Still : always. 

2305. commerce : interchange. 

2321. Omit the comma in order to get the sense. 

2330. Enchac't : set gold, etc. with gems. 

2388. Retort : hurl back. 

2395. Legitimated : rendered lawful. 

2438. thonght read thought. 

2458. bayes : banks. 

2463. Gro. read Oro. 

2467. laver : any spiritually cleansing agency. 

2479. Shine read Shines. 

2481. affect : love. 

2485. The King in the alteration of this play, IVits Led by the Nose, 
is regularly called Antellus. 

2496. they're heavy leads. The word leads means pieces of lead in 
allusion to their weight, a use that would not seem strange at the time 
the drama was written because of the constant use of the word for lead 
plates, bobs, vessels, etc. For the figurative application cf. Shakespeare, 
Antony and Cleopatra^ III, xi, 72, "Love, I am full of lead." 

2530. cry : be advertised by outcry. 

2555. suddenly : immediately. 

2565. Gallery. In the drama of The Strange Discovery, printed in 
1640, Persina, "Queene of the AEthiopians," remarks : "we happened 
one time to rest us after dinner in a gallerie where hung rare pictures 
and images." J. Gough, The Strange Discovery, 1640, Actus quarti, Scena 
prima, 1. 35. 

Also see the word in the note on 1. 2109. 

2592. Arrr. read Ar. 

2612. store : great quantity. 

2615. vestigia : traces. 

2716. Gro. read Oro. 

2743. Lixivium : a solution obtained from substances by lixiviation. 

2765. ingage : pledge. 

2780. imbraces. The subject of this verb, five zones, may be regarded 
a collective noun, and it consequently requires a singular verb; or if the 
subject is plural the verb may be considered the s-plural. The meter of 
the line requires the extra syllable formed by s. 

2814. horst : supplied horses for. 



NOTES 107 

2848. Whether : whither. 

2987. /. Bad. read 1. Ban. 

2989. 2. read 2. Ban. 

2994. Taster : one whose duty it is to test the quality of food or drink 
by tasting it before serving it to his master. Here the word has a vicious 
significance. It alludes to the thwarted intention of 11. 2843-60, which 
precedes the marriage of the King to Heroina. 

3008. mourning read mourning. 

3056. sounds read swounds. 

3090. stanger read stranger. 

3094. Yonr read Your. 

3119. E izium read Elizium. 

3163. pron ise read promise. 

3219. attend : listen to. 

3244. hales : drag or take with violence. 



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